S. W.

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Sep, 2020

Stories (5)

5 Stories

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“Them Indiana Boys, On Them Indiana Nights” by S. W.

⭐️ Shortlisted for Contest #149

(TW/CW: Mentions of active drug use, drug activity, STD's, infidelity, foul language)➾➾Your loved ones stopped by your apartment last night. Their faces twisted in disgust as they scanned your space looking for a clear spot to sit. Their faces–solemn and united– and you thought, well, this can’t be good. When did you last see Aunt June? Or your old best friend Hank? He hadn’t returned a single one of your calls in ages. Dad lingered in the doorway in his oiled up coveralls looking like he’d prefer to be anywhere but here. Mom’s tears ha...

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“Black Four Seater” by S. W.

⭐️ Shortlisted for Contest #141

TW/CW: Some cussingSeller’s Rating: 🌟For Sale: $4500 Firm, 1985 Buick Grand National GNX**Please read the entire ad before you inquire**The time has come for me to sell my 1985 Buick Grand National, and before you give me any shit about selling an actual legend of a car, just keep reading. Especially you Barbara Jean, this is not an invitation for you to come on my property again, you white trash, homewrecking floozy.If you find it necessary to message me to ask for more pictures of the car and its blemishes you should know that there is no ...

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“Moonjars” by S. W.

⭐️ Shortlisted for Contest #140

My horse Echo, idled at the hitching post with her reins looped loosely around it, as she wasn’t the kind of horse that I needed to tie down to keep near. Shotguns were pulled at high noon around these parts and her tail whipped away at pesky flies completely unbothered by the reverberations of the occasional bullet whizzing by her head. Echo was steady and ready the way a marshal’s horse should be.I’d mount the saddle on Echo’s back every nightfall and ride her through the canyon past the giggles that evaporated into the starry skies and ac...

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“Wet Sheets” by S. W.

⭐️ Shortlisted for Contest #99

TW: postpartum depression 2 am used to be the time of day that you and your friends drunkenly stumbled from the bars, propelled forward by the joy of drinking too many flights of IPA’s with eyes squinted tight from laughing too much. Surrounded by friends who had the same level of despondency as you did, the ales brightened your dispositions and gave you hope that 6 am wouldn’t feel too brutal. But now, you wake with a startle because you feel the presence of an angered spirit or your toddler, you can’t seem to tell anymore, they are one and...

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“Strong Exhale” by S. W.

🏆 Winner of Contest #89

Hugo-Day one, the hottest day in July. The kind of hot that makes the neighbors forgo underwear and plant themselves in front of oscillating fans. Feet planted in small kiddie pools filled with tepid tap water, topped off with bagged ice from the corner market. The breeze from the fan casting across the iced pools does nothing to diminish the warmth from their radiating bodies. Instead it pushes the sweat further across their faces and thighs until they are all shiny with sweat.It’s nearly impossible to forget day one. You try, yet day one i...

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Author bio

Shea (she/her). I grew up with just enough trauma to make me a funny person, and still make me a functioning adult. My website-- www.sheawestauthor.com

Winning 1 story 🏆

Contest #89
Strong Exhale – read story

Shortlisted 4 stories ⭐️

Contest #149
Them Indiana Boys, On Them Indiana Nights – read story
Contest #141
Black Four Seater – read story
Contest #140
Moonjars – read story
Contest #99
Wet Sheets – read story