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Author on Reedsy Prompts since Sep, 2019
I remember the feeling of the cold November breeze biting at my tender, young face. The smell of burning leaves carried through the passing wind, stinging the noses of anyone brave enough to stay outside in the weather. It was near nightfall but you wouldn’t have known it by the amber lights projecting on the night sky. The forest was on fire. Pennington, OR. 1976. The year of the Bicentennial. The year my dad was let go from his job at the lumber mill and I started sprouting pimples on my forehead like they were in season. The start of sch...
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A cold summer afternoon cloaked by rain found my best friend walking alone. His head pointed at his feet as he wondered where they would take him. His thoughts smothered him and he begged for an escape. The concrete yellow-brick road turned to a trail of tears and sorrow as he began to question his life and its meaning. Everyone seemed to have turned their backs on him. Their words and their criticisms echoed inside his conscience and they seemed to get the best of them. Who is “they” you may ask? Friends. Friends former and friends ev...
Submitted to Contest #9
Wednesday MorningA Story of Unrequited LoveBy Sadler Slate The tip jar was empty. I stood upon the stage looking half-defeated, staring down on the thinly divided audience that had slowly begun to make their way towards the door. I looked down at my wrist to see two hands tell me it was time to pack up and go home. More specifically, it was 11:30. Taxi cabs were pulling in and out as dozens of walking mouths piled in them and went home. They didn’t tip. They never do. Two hours of singing the same list of songs that everyone tune...
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