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Sammy Xoxoxo

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Feb, 2021

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Bonfires

The bonfire emits an eerie warmth, creeping up my spine and pouring down my shoulders. The flames radiate their searing light onto my skin with an angry desire. The heat hits me like an arrow with a glistening tip, tearing a gash in my back. I can feel the thick, sticky, salty red pain trickle down my back. Yet when I reach my hand to touch the tender skin on my shoulder blades, I find only the rough patches of irritated skin that I have always had, that I have grown into like a turtle to a shell. Maybe it’s because I have never been this cl...

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Tragedy

Submitted to Contest #83

Tragedy is a thing of many meanings. There are the types of tragedies that you can hold in your palm, you can replay them in your mind and mourn over them for eternity. They happen in a sliver of time, striking the universe down the middle. They are horrid, painful things. But you can accept them. Not necessarily move on, but you can accept that they happened. And then there are the tragedies that never leave you. They strike the universe with such force that they never go, they stay there forever like an unwanted reminder. They are your sou...

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Lacey and Gran (VERY SHORT STORY)

Submitted to Contest #82

Lillie stood on the large rock, her hand shaking. If you were there, you wouldn't be able to tell if it was from fear or from the cold. Maybe both. She stood upon the large rock, looking down at the fields below her. This was supposed to be her happy place. The large rock in the middle of the cornfields at her grandparents farm, where she could see everything, where she could feel like she was in control. But as she stood on the rock, she felt anything but happy. She was petrified. She was frozen in time. She was 16, but she felt like she wa...

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Her Eyes Have Changed

Submitted to Contest #81

Attention: LGBTQ+ storyThe first thing I noticed was that Vicky's eyes had changed. It didn't matter to me that her once soft, honey hair was now cropped short and purple, or that she had pierced her nose and ears. I hated that her eyes changed. I felt like that was the only part of her I still had, and now it was gone. My eyes had stayed the same, sea green with a rim of brown. Vicky's had once looked almost exactly the same, but now they were hard and brown. We used to be proud of them, like we had some special power that others didn't. In...

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The Heart Of Cam

Submitted to Contest #80

Laboriously, Bronwyn picks porcelain teapot up from the mahogany table with a trembling grip. Her eyes are directed towards the cream-colored pot, but she can feel the burning stare that penetrates her lace-covered back. "Faster, Bronwyn," Lise admonishes, a glimpse of disappointment washing through her eyes. The tea pours into the cup with such a class of un-gracefulness, moistening the table as if flies in the air and cascades back onto the table, that Lise holds a hand out in front of Bronwyn's face. "Enough, enough. I'm disappointed ...

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Annemarie's Story

Submitted to Contest #79

The snow is falling in elegant, graceful patterns. I'm sitting by the window sill, reading "The Book Theif" when Mama comes over. Her hand is soft like butter, but her eyes show pain. "Mama?" I ask. "Yes, darling?" "Tell me again," I say. I know that I'm only 12, but I still listen to Mama's story. "Tell me the story about you and Auntie Carel and the one who had the same name as me. I want it to be fresh in my mind before she comes over tonight." Mama sighs a deep sigh, full of knowledge and tears and love. "It's a true story, Annemari...

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Golden Day

Submitted to Contest #79

I never used to imagine the days like colors. The days were just days, and they would pass, bleak and unadorned. They would consist of many tears, lying on the cold linens of bunk beds, and the cliche comfort from foster parents. But now, I do think of days like colors. For example, it’s been 74 grays, 69 teals, and 7 golds since I turned 18 and had to live on my own. I’ve had more time to consider all the factors, and I believe that colors are the best way to represent the passing 24 hours. On teal days, the sky is crisp and clear with...

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