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Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jun, 2020
Submitted to Contest #48
The handwriting is mine, the notepad is mine, but I have no recollection of writing this. My penmanship is jagged and hurried. The notes cut off mid word, ending with a smear of ink. Yawning, I review the sparse notes I’ve apparently scrawled in a hurry.Tall woman. Blue cape, covers face. Sleep ch--I rub my bleary eyes and search for my ever-present thermos. The bitter brew is tepid, but I distinctly recall heating it up - again - just moments ago. I check my watch and it’s much later than I expected. I...
Submitted to Contest #47
You peel your eyelids apart and you can't begin to guess what time it is. With effort, you roll over in bed and check your phone. It's early afternoon. It's also Friday. This is news to you because every day is just like the one before it, thanks to quarantine. Not like you have a job to go to anymore. Damn virus. You're so bored. You have nothing to do, no money to spend, nowhere to go, and you're not allowed to see anyone. You wish something would happen; every day feels just like the one before it. You're pretty sure it's July, but it ...
Submitted to Contest #46
When she was much much younger, Ava used to hike. The bravado of youth sent her hiking alone more often than not, and wanderlust had her travelling to remote, barely explored points on the map. She knew that hiking solo on an unfamiliar trail was doubly unwise, but the lure of birdsong a crisp sunny morning was irresistible. With a pack on her back and shoes tied tightly, Ava set off on the most important hike of her lif...
Not to be confused with the romance author of the same name.
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