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Author on Reedsy Prompts since Sep, 2019
The birds sing along with the ringing of the 8 AM alarm clock. A groggy man sweeps back the messy black mop that sits on top of his head. He inches himself to the end of the bed. Sighing as put the alarm clock back to sleep. The man peered over at the black vanity table in the corner of the room. He carefully rose from the bed, making his way over to it. With every step, his smile grew. He ran his fingers along the desk as his eyes danced with every item resting in their place. He stopped when he heard a little, ping! His wedding ring thum...
Submitted to Contest #104
"Are you coming tonight?" A petite boy jumped into the seat next to me. I looked over to see that it was just my friend Xander. He fixed his uniform. Brushing back his hair away from his glasses. "I don't know. It depends. Where we going?" I sighed. "Really? We like just talked about this." He looked unamused. "You know I'm old and tired." I whined. "Uh calm down. You're 26. And remember my boyfriend is hosting a party and he really wants to meet you." "Eww why?" "Because for some reason he does." He mocked me.Β "Yeah, I...
Submitted to Contest #65
Brrring Brrrο»Ώing , Brrring Brrring "Kelly the phone!" "Coming." A teen girl with brunette hair ran into the kitchen fixing her yellow crop top over her waist-high jeans. Her hair just barely sweeping against the tops of her shoulders. She glanced down at the caller ID and immediately her face twisted in disgust. "Argh really." She started to walk away. "Who was it?" Her mom walked in holding her baby sister. "No one important." She sighed. "Is Jessica still coming to pick you up?" Her mother looked at the clock. "It's getting...
Submitted to Contest #7
You would think that after a lifetime of working hard that I would finally get a chance to rest once I'm dead. Well things don't always go as expected. Like my life or I should say my past life. I didn't expect to die at 34 alone in my office from a damn heart attack. I was healthy enough to you know live a little longer at least. But now I'm stuck here in what they call "limbo" giving therapy sessions to restless souls so that they may have the chance to move on or go into the light. I was told that by doing this I will learn the reason of ...
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