Sage Henry

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Dec, 2019

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9 Stories

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“Ripples in the Mug” by Sage Henry

Submitted to Contest #128

I stared into the blue mug in front of me, watching as ripples emerged from the edges. Each one moved through the dark tea, splashing little droplets across the inside. I wanted to be listening, really I did. But I couldn’t seem to pay attention to what he was saying. The mug held me captive, its contents stealing my attention. I tried to focus on something, but the ripples were all that I could manage. They were calmer than he was. Easy, consistent, even though their waves broke open against the porcelain mug. More would always be there to ...

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“Unknown Number” by Sage Henry

Submitted to Contest #79

Unknown Number October 28, 2018 12:36pm Unknown Number: Happy Birthday,  Danny! I can’t believe you’re  18 already! How did you grow up so fast? Let  Your old man know how you’re doing every Now and then why dont ya? November 15, 2018 15:17pm Unknown Number Hey Buddy, I haven’t heard from you in a while. Hope you had a good birthday. Call me when you Get this-really need to talk to you. . . December 2, 2018 20:56pm Unknown Number Still giving me the silent treatment? It’s been ages. You’re an adult now, you need to l...

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“Autumn Air” by Sage Henry

Submitted to Contest #63

By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire. Red and orange bloomed off the trees, devouring the few green leaves that still clung to the branches. The crisp October air filled my lungs as I watched them tremble in the breeze. The grove was at its most beautiful this time of the year, but this was the first time that I had been able to see it. The brightly colored leaves decorated the ground, burying the wilted brown grass that was dying underneath. It was a sight for sore eyes after so much time locked away inside. I sat down on...

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“What I Could Never Say” by Sage Henry

Submitted to Contest #28

Pain has always provided me with a moment of clarity. Depending on the cause, the clarity could last only moments or a few days. When my head was muddled beyond comprehension, I turned to pain to clear the waters. As far as coping habits go, it’s a pretty awful one, but years later I still haven’t kicked the habit. Though it has evolved over the past six years, the purpose and damage hasn’t changed very much. When I was fourteen, I was introduced to the concept of cutting, a practice where you took a sharp object and dragged it across your s...

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“Wednesdays Were the Hardest” by Sage Henry

Submitted to Contest #27

Thirty-seven people were taken last week but history won't remember a single one. History won’t remember those who were taken in their sleep. No one will know if they tried to fight or if they had submitted the instant they entered the room. Their names will be forgotten, dust in the wind, never passing through the mouth of another person. I’ll remember them, as many of them as I can until my name joins theirs in the memories of dwindling survivors. Wednesdays were the hardest days. No one was around on Wednesdays, we remained indoors, fearf...

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“The Morning I Killed Tyler Grey” by Sage Henry

Submitted to Contest #27

I don’t feel like I was particularly dedicated the morning I killed Tyler. I hadn’t started the morning with murder on my mind, but sometimes things just happen, spontaneously and not how you really intended them to go. But Tyler was dead and I honestly wouldn’t have it any other way.  “My name is Everly and I killed Tyler Grey.” Saying it out loud felt weird, but I couldn’t stop the words from spilling out through my lips. I couldn’t process the thoughts swimming in my head. Brains have a habit of blocking out traumatic things from our...

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“The Shadows” by Sage Henry

Submitted to Contest #26

The hardest thing about living in someone’s shadow is when you’re the one who cast it in the first place. Lonely children who raced their shadows in the sunlight always lost when the sun was on their backs. No matter how fast the child would run, the silhouette would always be faster. It wasn’t until they turned back to face the sun that the shadow would be forgotten, the loser in the sad one person race. Life often felt like a sad one person race, especially to those left out, cast aside from the others. Only children had no one else to ent...

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“Watchful Eyes” by Sage Henry

Submitted to Contest #25

Her fingers skimmed across the titles, gently, as if her fingertips could pull the stories through their spines. As if the right book would call out to her, pull her in. She might be able to find comfort in the words. Or perhaps she would only drown in the letters. They would surround her, summoning thoughts from inside her as if she was the one to contain the info they so desperately sought. She twisted around the corner, winding her way through the aisles. She knew exactly where she was going, but she didn’t need them to know. The peering ...

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“The Grocery Game” by Sage Henry

Submitted to Contest #19

“Okay, the woman in front of the milk” “The one in the red coat?” “Yeah” “Alright. She’s uhh. She’s married-- was married, there’s a shadow of a ring on her finger. No kids, her ex husband didn’t want any. She looks defeated, probably gave up a umm vegan lifestyle and is regretfully going back to dairy products. Two cats, maybe a bird--” “A bird?” “Yeah why not? Anyway, she looks like a teacher, probably for lower elementary: She still has hope left that she can change the world. You’re up, how about the man next to her?” Making up lives for...

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