Sarah Duffey

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Aug, 2021

Stories (15)

15 Stories

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“Snow-bow” by Sarah Duffey

Submitted to Contest #245

At the time, I was too young to understand why we were carrying all of Dad’s belongings to the driveway. I staggered down the sidesteps in my coat and dropped a box full of clothes onto the pavement with a thud. Cold air blew up my sleeves. The wind rustled the tulips that had just begun to flower. My button-nosed brother, Collin, came out the screen door with a recycled blender box. White snowflakes fluttered around him. “What do I do with it, Candace?” “Put it on top of this one,” I instructed, my long, strawberry hair whipping around my f...

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“PIG” by Sarah Duffey

Submitted to Contest #238

“Don’t you want a spoon for that?” Jada peeked up at her junior varsity teammate, Kristin, sitting in the bleachers above her and shook her head. While she waited for the most valuable player, Evie, to shoot the ball, Jada sat on the bottom row and licked the chocolate off the lid of a pudding cup. With her wrist, she pushed black tendrils that had escaped her ponytail off her cheek. ...

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“Stretch Marks” by Sarah Duffey

Submitted to Contest #225

CW: allusions to domestic abuse No matter how desperately she searched, Arianne couldn’t find the right foundations to hide the purple blotch under her eye. She pulled her blonde hair in frustration, exposing candy cane earrings and more bruised skin.“Jillian just made it,” her mom said from the other side of the bathroom door. “She put her stuff in your bedroom.” Arianne could almost hear her breathing, and the cracking of her knuckles as she wrung her hands. “We’re out here ready to open gifts wh...

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“Seligman's Dogs” by Sarah Duffey

Submitted to Contest #223

“Just allergies,” Marshall said, rubbing his nose raw with his sleeve in the library bathroom. A fellow psychology major, Byron, rinsed his hands in the neighboring sink. “Ugh, sounds awful, man.” He turned off the faucet. “I guess you can’t help it, though.” Marshall sniffled. It felt like someone had shoved soggy newspaper up his nostrils. “No, I guess I can’t.” Byron sho...

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“'Come Back!' Cried the Little Old Woman” by Sarah Duffey

Submitted to Contest #220

About fifteen Novembers ago, my mom told me during the long ride to grandma's, “People grieve in different ways.” Gray haze veiled the road and icy rain, dinged on the windshield like BB pellets.“Grieve?”Later that afternoon, I danced a metal cookie cutter around the kitchen table while my grandma dumped a heap of brown sugar into a mixing bowl. It looked a little like a sandcastle.“Run, run, as fast as you can, you can’t catch me I’m the Gingerbread Man!” I sang between purse...

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“First Steps” by Sarah Duffey

Submitted to Contest #213

This would be the last time Reynold saw his baby before the war began. He crouched in the yard and opened his arms. “Here, darling,” he said while Renata stood on wobbly legs a short distance away. She was the most beautiful thing Reynold had ever seen. No nebula had ever taken his breath away so easily. Renata waved one arm around, trying to keep her balance. Reynold’s eyes lingered on he...

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“Special Treatment” by Sarah Duffey

Submitted to Contest #200

CW: mentions of sexual assault and derogatory language Fighting the sudden urge to pee, Elena stood at her English teacher’s desk and waited for her to look up from her gradebook. Like a starting pistol at a track meet, the final bell had set loose a stampede of teenagers; all of them except Elena in her modest, daisy sundress. “Oh, Elena.” Mrs. Henderson tossed her bangs. “What c...

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“Booby Trap” by Sarah Duffey

Submitted to Contest #196

What could have happened on April 3, 202X: “Wanna use my telescope?” Carrying around a tote full of plastic Easter eggs, Tessa scanned the park as if she was a pirate looking for a place to bury her doubloons. Her little brother trailed behind her, playing with the newest gadget their uncle had handed down to him; a nautical, brass telescope.   The springtime rain had turne...

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“Temporary Tattoo” by Sarah Duffey

Submitted to Contest #162

      The buzzer sounds, cutting through the air with authority and resonance. A gaggle of thirteen-year-old boys clear the court, limbs bouncing and dripping with sweat. Boys from both sides collect their belongings, take long sips of water, and find their family members in the bleachers, waving to them weakly. Brennan finds his dad by the doors of the gymnasium. He pats Brennan on the back twice, and they head out into...

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“Shooting Marbles” by Sarah Duffey

Submitted to Contest #139

“Grow up.”  “But I hate onions.” “Just eat them, stop being a baby.” When his mom stops looking, Eli reaches his fingers between the bun and the patty of his cheeseburger. Delicately, he removes the onions from the bed of ketchup and lettuce. He flings them onto his napkin like little tapeworms. He’d recently seen a video about parasites on Youtube and, like many preteen boys, he had an affinity for gros...

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“How to Play Shortstop” by Sarah Duffey

⭐️ Shortlisted for Contest #136

CW: teen pregnancy and allusions to abortion She told him she would meet him at the field after the game so they could talk about the baby. The baby they just found out they were going to have. While he waits in the dugout, he does the math and figures the baby will arrive in March. If things went normally, that is. In the spring, when it would be time to prune the rose bushes. Right before the beginnin...

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“First Crush” by Sarah Duffey

Submitted to Contest #107

There are some people who are just impossible to shake. Amber checked her schedule and felt herself shrink when she saw his name in the 12:30 time slot. Steven. He had signed up Monday, Wednesday, and Thursday for tutoring.  Despite the nearly two weeks he’d spent with Amber in the computer lab, Steven had made meager progress. She had told a classmate about him, and this classmate called him a...

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“Window Washing” by Sarah Duffey

Submitted to Contest #106

Trisha stuck her arm out the car window to let the summer sun fry her skin. Her mom was giving her a ride to the fast-food place where she worked. She asked Trisha when she was going to get a driver’s license, as was typical for her mom to do. “I don’t know, Mom, when I take the test.” She also asked about the interview at the daycare center, and Trisha responded that she hadn’t gotten a call yet. “No, Mom, I told you l...

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“Sweethearts” by Sarah Duffey

Submitted to Contest #105

It was the last day of my life. I was a little piece on the Candy Land board. Around me were colors I didn’t know existed. I followed the signs along the path haphazardly, gaping at the sweet landmarks. There was a snowfield with giant candy canes rising out of it. I swung on the red and white stripes and didn’t need to stop and rest. I never really liked peppermint but licked my hands when I was done. I jumped ...

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“Sunset on the Overpass” by Sarah Duffey

Submitted to Contest #105

Bystander #1 The concrete vibrated softly underneath us, like being on a lily pad in a pond. A sea of lights flowed toward us before disappearing beneath our feet. Vroom! The boy stood on the wall, holding onto the rusted fence and watching the parade of lights. I looked to the stars for answers. I had been on my way to the convenience store down the road. My friends were expecti...

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Shortlisted 1 story ⭐️

Contest #136
How to Play Shortstop – read story