Rachel Mann

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Apr, 2021

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“On Target” by Rachel Mann

To Whom It May Concern: I have run out of ink.  And not just in the metaphorical sense.  I am inkless.  Dry.  Inkus devoidus.  Maybe even inkus extinctus. And, although the proverbial barrel has been scraped - on many an occasion, I might add - I am officially without the necessary levels of cartridge fluid to continue in this shit shower of a job. I’m also out of wine.  An...

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“In Antipode” by Rachel Mann

My story is not about recovery.  Or tragedy.  In the literary sense of the word.  I was never destined to play the tragic heroine.  Far too insular.  Which has become worse, since it happened.  Now I spend most of my time speaking to myself.  Which is not good.The internal dialogue is stagnant and predictable and sometimes I can taste the fetid mouldiness of it in my mouth.But first… let me start with the accident, t...

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“Comeback” by Rachel Mann

In answer to your question, there are three things that I now need you to know. Firstly, all places have an expiry date.  Not that I think it’s written anywhere, like a supermarket best before you understand, but every place has it all the same.  And I’m not talking about cracks and gaps; no romantic images of crumbling castles here.  In fact, I think most places expire long before the bricks sin...

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“On Reflection...” by Rachel Mann

It was a warm day, in the middle of May and the clocks all struck fourteen. Unseen, the wagons rattled into Dodge, battled through canyons, bogs, prairie dogs with clowns and jesters, to pester the unsuspecting town. And so, the spectacles began with rides and games and lions tamed; that drew the crowds from house and home, to roam around the circus troupe.  In groups they laughed and smil...

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“Happily Never After” by Rachel Mann

Dear Fairy Godmother, Day one of operation Marriage Carriage.  Have woken up dawn-break early, full of vim, vigour, and uncontainable excitement at prospect of future life as Mrs Prince Charming.  Ignoring all negativity henceforth.  It is, after all, completely irrelevant that said Prince and I have never actually met, nor that I am not entirely sure that he even exists.  (America has a monarchy, right?)...

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