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Author on Reedsy Prompts since Feb, 2021
She sits at the same desk that she once spent countless nights at --reading, writing, dreaming. Where there were once books and laptops and pens and pencils strewn haphazardly across the surface, there is now only paper and an empty box. Blank pages. Waiting.She holds a pencil, hesitant. "This is a stupid idea," she mutters to herself. But she can't bring herself to put the pencil down.It was stupid. It was just a song. But a few notes in, and God that chorus, and she closes her eyes and she's seventeen again.She had a lot of... not dreams, ...
Submitted to Contest #95
It was raining when Isabella stood in the entryway of the old apartment. It was a small space, enclosed, neither fully inside the apartment, nor outside. Her eyes skimmed absently over the faded posters and lists of resident names while her mind was decades away. It didn’t matter anyways; many of the residents had long since departed, and the lists were more of a snapshot of building’s long history than an accurate list for the present. The door to actually enter the lounge of the apartment was locked; a preventative measure against unwan...
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