S. M. Lewis

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jul, 2022

Stories (5)

5 Stories

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“The Real Reason” by S. M. Lewis

Submitted to Contest #255

As the wax dripped down her ‘21’ candle, Hope contemplated this day marking four years of her captivity. Well, it hasn’t been that bad. Sort of. It’s hard to explain. No one expected my parents to be hit by that drunk driver. And Aunt Judy and Uncle Max stepped up. They’ve been great… in their own way. They’re doing their best. They love me. Maybe too much. Wow, am I really that selfish?Her gaze shifted towards the kitchen window, admiring the sapphire water gently rolling into the harbour. She adored Halifax’s breezy boardwalks and tre...

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“30 Days of Something” by S. M. Lewis

Submitted to Contest #233

Day 1: January 1stHere we go. I don't really know what to do here. Is the date formatted right? I guess it doesn't matter. The whole point of a diary is that it's mine to format... Ugh, but that's gonna bother me. Hold on.Monday, January 1st, 2024Dear Diary, Test 2. How does this look? Yeah, no. What am I, in college again? And why am I writing all this out?Day 1Hi. Drew and Shelly gave this to me for Christmas as a way to get me to pursue the whole writing thing. They were all like, "Oh, Miriam, if you don't do it now, you never will." I me...

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“Needing More Time” by S. M. Lewis

Submitted to Contest #216

After checking her watch for the second time in five minutes, Ramona grabbed her third breadstick.“I know we’re eating soon, but I’m starving,” she remarked before snapping off a piece of crispy Grissini. “I don’t know why; I had breakfast this morning. Maybe my period’s coming or something.”Her best friend, Tanya, giggled from across the table. “It's okay to be hungry. And these breadsticks are amazing, so you may as well enjoy them.”“Right? Thank you!” Ramona agreed between bites. “I know they tell you—whoever ‘they’ are—not to fill up on ...

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“First Steps” by S. M. Lewis

Submitted to Contest #189

In the stillness of his empty church, the preacher must’ve heard my body leaning against the creaky doorframe.“The doors are open, you know.” Despite his back being to me, his voice reverberated across the wooden pews with a particularly booming bass, which didn’t ease my conscience.“Middle ground suits me just fine,” I called back, holding my position. I knew I had to go in there eventually, but I wanted to dwell in denial for a bit longer. Did Trudy really want this story so badly? She should’ve gone after it herself. The suits are never w...

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“Party Planning” by S. M. Lewis

Submitted to Contest #186

"Did Mom respond yet?""Dude, it's been two minutes. Relax.""I know it's been two minutes, but I have things to do today. Not all of us are freelancers, you know.""I get that, but it's our mother. You can afford to take one long lunch break to help me organize her retirement party. Also, I do work on occasion.""Pfft, yeah, I'd hardly call rolling out of bed and pushing a few buttons 'working'.""Carter, you're a computer programmer. Isn't that, like, your whole job?""Yeah, but I wear real pants while doing it.""Hey, I wear real pants!""Shelby,...

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