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Author on Reedsy Prompts since Oct, 2019
Submitted to Contest #44
The night oozed across the sky, swallowing up the blue in an inky blackness. The bright orange ball of fire that lit the earth and provided it warmth and life, edged farther across the sky in an attempt to evade the overwhelming darkness. But to no avail. Within minutes, the night had swallowed up the sun. A tremble ran through the boy as he watched the sun’s descent and disappearance from the mouth of the cave he called home. His hand ran over the line of blood on the wall that marked the size he’d been when his father had left. He was...
Submitted to Contest #19
Margaret looked at herself in the mirror one more time. She tucked a few stray strands of hair behind her ear and sighed. When had her hair become so gray? Back in the old days, it seemed gray hair had been a sign of something. A right to honor. But on her, it didn’t seem worthy of anything so great. Just another sign that she had survived. Shaking her head at her reflection, she stepped to the door. There was no one to say goodbye to. The house was empty, and it had been for awhile. She was the only one left of her family. Her parents...
Submitted to Contest #18
Jack walked through the field, the stench of dead bodies floating up through the air and into his nose, despite the handkerchief he wore over his face. Bodies were everywhere. They went for miles in every direction, and were a couple of feet deep. Deeper in some places. Broken, bloody, and completely lifeless. Most of them were naked--already picked clean ages ago. Jack walked through the bodies quickly, only giving them a quick glance before moving on. They weren’t what he was looking for. It seemed a lifetime ago that Jack was a preacher i...
Submitted to Contest #13
“Oh. Hi. Is Vince here?” I peer around the gray haired woman, searching the house for my best friend and neighbor of twelve years.“Vince?” She looks at me with pity in her eyes. “Oh, Honey, I think you need to come in for a few minutes.”“Okay...” I step through the door with a bit of reluctance. I don’t know who this woman is, or what she’s doing at Vince’s place. Maybe he invited her to dinner too.“Come on in to the kitchen, Jeff.”I stop, a chill running up my back. “How do you know my name?”“Don’t you remember me?”I look over the woman car...
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