S.N. Beale

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Aug, 2020

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“Lessons by the Same Name (Part 1)” by S.N. Beale

(TRIGGER WARNING) My memories have always been vast and something I have personally struggled with here. I live in infinite presents at once. I close my eyes in this world; I wake up in another. Sometimes, it’s into parallel universes similar to this one - where my furniture is different or arranged in an old way, and my tattoos...

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“I Think I Can Do Better” by S.N. Beale

“It’s important to talk about. It’s important to speak. To express yourself. I understand your writings and your drawings, but now I want to hear from you. I want you to trust this space and open up. That is the way to healing. To process these things, to say them aloud to someone that is present and listening. You need to be present and willing. Understand, time is not necessarily a problem here. We have time for you to breathe, to collect your thoughts before you begin. But this is what will help. This is how you get out.”

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“I Think I Can Do Better” by S.N. Beale

“It’s important to talk about. It’s important to speak. To express yourself. I understand your writings and your drawings, but now I want to hear from you. I want you to trust this space and open up. That is the way to healing. To process these things, to say them aloud to someone that is present and listening. You need to be present and willing. Understand, time is not necessarily a problem here. We have time for you to breathe, to collect your thoughts before you begin. But this is what will help. This is how you get out.”

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“How it Goes” by S.N. Beale

tw: drug use, profanity   I want to be friends, now.   Or possibly strangers, I am nicer to people I don’t know…and there is a part of me that still wants to be nice to you.   I wanted to be more, once. But as we’ll all come to see, more was too much.   What we already had was enough for the time - sex, drugs, and rock and roll - minus the sex. So, it was more like drugs, music, and depression. We were children then, both being raised by...

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“Ember's Forge” by S.N. Beale

A low groan was trailed by a succession of mechanical pops as the surrounding lamp poles, and storm lights shuddered and dimmed before shutting off. Darkening the vibrate colored carnival advertisements into diabolical figures, cast in the evening’s shadows. The moon peeked through the overcast maroon skies as the striking grey clouds swept across the horizon, warning of impending downpours.It was the main reason for the carnival’s early and sudden shutdown. As just moments before, the emergency systems blared and rang a...

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“Ember's Forge ” by S.N. Beale

A low groan was trailed by a succession of mechanical pops as the surrounding lamp poles, and storm lights shuddered and dimmed before shutting off. Darkening the vibrate colored carnival advertisements into diabolical figures, cast in the evening’s shadows. The moon peeked through the overcast maroon skies as the striking grey clouds swept across the horizon, warning of impending downpours.It was the main reason for the carnival’s early and sudden shutdown. As just moments before, the emergency systems blared and rang a...

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“I Am Power” by S.N. Beale

I am ordinary. I am you. There are times I want to curl up in a tiny ball and scream until my lungs give out…sometimes I do. When I know, I am not being heard, when I have exhausted every subtle tone and discreet, friendly, passive manner of saying, “You are hurting me. This is unfair. I need help or at least rest. Please give me space because you are smothering me. STOP IT! LEAVE ME ALONE! STOP TOUCHING ME!”

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“Other People's Shite: Patsy's Repurposed Designs (Part Two)” by S.N. Beale

After bypassing security measure-men apprehending another faction worker, out past curfew, Ruby Kurtones III had arrived slightly late - and unnerved - taking a wrong turn to the alleyway to meet best friend Patricia ‘Patsy’ Murdock; at their agreed-upon site for a night of hobby. Sweating in her hazard suit and dragging along her oxygen tank with the busted wheel. Ruby began to find herself both weary...

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“Other People's Shite: Patsy's Stolen and Repurposed Designs” by S.N. Beale

Best friends - Ruby Kurtones III and Patricia ‘Patsy’ Murdock - were out on a shared off day. Enjoying their weekly stroll and catching up through the collective faction’s neighborhood park. It was the most pleasant day: ungodly humid with a suffocating fog. However, the air was the right amount of stale and putrid where they could wander at their leisure without dragging along their discount oxygen helmets or rashing up their faces with vent masks. Instead, dressed in their most cordial hazard gear - matching vibrant oranges and yellow r...

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“Secluded Vacation” by S.N. Beale

“We’re legit gonna get killed. I am gonna die out here.” Jessie proclaimed, melodramatically miffed.Gordon could only roll his eyes, following behind Jessie with their bags to ensure he made it through the door this time.“This is straight-up irresponsible. We’ve just sauntered into some damn horror movie. This is how it starts. Straight up, death was written in the damn sky!” Jessie huffed, his eyes bugging out his head, his signature vein pulsing thickly down his strained forehead.“Wh...

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“The Frozen Abyss ” by S.N. Beale

Harold was a lone man, tired and starved. His last hope of warmth, long gone and forgotten to this infinite storm. He could not turn back and what surrounded him was certain death. Although frozen for miles in a reflective white and daunting grey expanse: Harold had finally made it to water, not knowing he’d been traveling up a stunted wave the entire time, further and ...

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“Empty Encounters” by S.N. Beale

This is not what I want to be doing right now. How did it get like this? All I want right now is to be alone. It used to be so much fun. So, comfortable. But now my skin is crawling. I cannot even think of a conversation, a word to say, a statement to make, other than: When are you leaving? When can we call this? Do I need to order the car, or can you get it yourself? But all I can mus...

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“Empty Encounters” by S.N. Beale

This is not what I want to be doing right now. How did it get like this? All I want right now is to be alone. It used to be so much fun. So, comfortable. But now my skin is crawling. I cannot even think of a conversation, a word to say, a statement to make, other than: When are you leaving? When can we call this? Do I need to order the car, or can you get it yourself? But all I can mus...

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“Empty Encounters” by S.N. Beale

This is not what I want to be doing right now. How did it get like this? All I want right now is to be alone. It used to be so much fun. So, comfortable. But now my skin is crawling. I cannot even think of a conversation, a word to say, a statement to make, other than: When are you leaving? When can we call this? Do I need to order the car, or can you get it yourself? But all I can mu...

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“Life's Gambit ” by S.N. Beale

“It doesn’t count if you’re already planning your defeat.”“How so? What if my plan was to lose?”“Why would anyone do that?”“Everyone needs to lose sometimes. And sometimes it helps to see how your competitor wins.”“That sounds counterproductive.”Dull scraping and hollow thuds echo in the quaint chamber, the stone walls dampening the sounds of the outside world. The fireplace's crackle and burn: gave warmth to the chilly situation, casting a focused g...

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