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Author on Reedsy Prompts since Apr, 2021
Submitted to Contest #99
21 June 2021 Today was the longest day of the year and the hottest one too. The warm air burnt me as it rubbed against my aging skin. Iβd loved to chew some ice cubes I saw floating in my lemonade, but my dentures were miles away, in front of my eyes. Chris was sitting beside me. Her hairs were whiter than the milk in her glass. The skin on her cheeks and elbows hanged off her skeleton, imparting her a hauntingly ugly look. Her chair was far more comfortable than mine, with all the cushions puffed under her fat buttocks. But the look on her ...
Submitted to Contest #97
Salt. You could taste it if you lick the air. It hits your tongue and brings you back to your senses. The walls of this room are colored in white. So white that a fly sitting on them creeps me out. I am locked in here for a long time now. Long enough for far more days than I care to count. My beard falls on my chest, and the hairs on my head have disappeared from pulling. I am often naked, for I know not a soul would dare to enter this room. No furniture, just a chair, a table, and a cot to lie on. Who wants anything more, at least not me....
Submitted to Contest #95
Brad stood under the tin shed, which rattled like a drum as the raindrops beat against it. Time was running out, and there was no sign of Jose. βI should have left earlier. Jose wonβt be able to make it on time.β he gripped the notebook ever more so tightly. There was no clock in the garage, but he could tell that he was already very late, and if he waits for even a few more seconds for Jose, he will miss the chance to see Sarah. βWhat if Jose comes here just the moment after I leave.β With every passing second, his heartbeat grew, rhyming w...
SAMAR HERE. LOVE TO READ AND WRITE. OPEN TO CRITIQUE.
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