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Saige Severin

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Sep, 2020

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Hydrofluoric

Submitted to Contest #64

Our church’s bell rings hollow through the night. Four chimes. One for every hour I’ve been out of bed when I shouldn’t be. I left my room at 11, thinking I’d be back in time for curfew, but I was consumed by what I found. High in the recesses of the school- behind three locked doors, several warning signs, and a security camera- is the Closet of Death. At least, that’s what the students call it. The closet holds several thousand dollars’ worth of undiluted chemical reagents....

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Kingdom of Joy

Submitted to Contest #60

Death was not involved in this, though you will blame her anyway. You will stare up at the reddened sky. You will look down at the cracks beneath your feet. You will scream and swear and sweat and blame, blame, blame. The cars and the factories were not Death’s invention. She is older than invention itself, as old as the first particles of the universe that crashed together and created annihilation. She did not create your downfall. You managed that all on your own. &nbs...

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Sitka

Submitted to Contest #59

Tara Laghlin went home for the first time in twenty years with a new hair color, several new tattoos, and a dark, Californian tan. It was the look she’d sported for all of college and beyond, a look that fit in with her English major friends from eastern costal towns. It didn’t fit in here. She remembered Smith’s Tavern. Back in high school, everyone called it “Joe’s.” It was the place to go for underage kids who wanted a drink without their parents knowing. Joe himself, the o...

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All the Way Home

Submitted to Contest #58

You’ve never seen darkness like this. It isn’t ink, or a blanket, or any other metaphor you’ve ever heard of for night. There is no ink this pigmented, no blanket that could blot out worlds the way this darkness does. All I can think of to describe it is that feeling you get when looking down an unlit hallway. The sensation that danger waits in the shadows, and all you have to do is walk forward. Fear coats the world outside my windows. &nbs...

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The Deerstalker Debacle

Shortlisted for Contest #57 ⭐️

“It will be your greatest achievement,” said his editor. “Thousands of copies sold, and your name forever remembered as one of England’s greatest writers.” Sir Arthur Conan Doyle sneered and took a drag from his pipe. “If in 100 years I am known only as the man who invented Sherlock Holmes, then I will consider my life a failure.” … John Wilson sewed the last seam into pla...

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