Sarah Dumont

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jan, 2020

Stories (5)

5 Stories

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“Punished” by Sarah Dumont

Submitted to Contest #118

TW: abuse, violence Today’s the day I change. I wake up and I just know, I know I have to. I’ll change and I swear, I’ll be better. The new me is born now, to the sound of my annoying aggressive ringtone that I really don’t like. You might be asking yourself why I keep a ringtone that is annoying and aggressive. I mean, that would be a fair question. To be honest, I kinda think it’s to punish myself. I can’t, like, properly punish myself like dad used to. I mean, I know I could. I could lock myself in a closet for 3 hours, I could, but I...

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“Stolen Time” by Sarah Dumont

Submitted to Contest #50

-Do you want a drink? I bought that wine you used to love. I didn’t know if it was still your favorite. I nodded and looked at him while he poured two glasses. He was sitting on the lumpy mattress next to me in the treehouse we shared growing up. We had escaped here one more time. It was one of the hottest days of the summer so far and his cheeks were red from the heat. I remembered he used to always be hot while I was cold all the time. He hadn’t shaved in a few days and his hair was all messy and longer than it used to be. It made ...

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“2:16 PM” by Sarah Dumont

Submitted to Contest #39

Tuesday. 9:34 PM. The wind was a little bit too strong, a little bit too cold. I was afraid she would be uncomfortable. For a moment, I worried that she would get a cold, and a second later I chuckled while my eyes filled with tears. She could get all the colds in the world now, it wouldn’t really change anything. - What’s going on? She had heard me laugh faintly. - Nothing. I was just thinking about that ridiculous hat of mom’s you used to wear when you were little. She smiled at me, but the sm...

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“Perspectives” by Sarah Dumont

Submitted to Contest #31

Grace had woken up to the sun shining through the blinds and the sound of her roomate Trish humming in the kitchen. She didn’t know why, but she could tell from the moment she opened her eyes that it would be a good day. As always on Saturdays, the first thing she did was water her plants. The big cactus near the head of her bed first, then the aloe, then the second cactus near the window, then the african violets and finally the dieffenbachia her mother had bought her for her birthday. Outside, the sun was bright and its beams made the few ...

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“You Don't Have to Love Family” by Sarah Dumont

Submitted to Contest #28

You put on this shade of nail polish on your toenails for the first time, and once it dries, you recognize it from seeing it on your mother’s nails. For a second, it feels like the polish remover is screaming at you from across the room. You like to sew. You’re pretty good at it, it makes you feel good that you do this well. Every time you repair a piece of clothing, you remember she was the one who taught you how. And you wonder if you should just throw the needle away and rip the piece of clothing off so it can’t be fixed anymo...

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Author bio

Student and wanna-be writer from Quebec, Canada. English is not my first language, sorry for any mistakes!