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Sarah Grace

Author on Reedsy Prompts since May, 2020

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Waiting Room

Sarah Grace

Submitted to Contest #49

Waiting room. I hate how they call it that. If there is a scheduled appointment, there should be no need to wait. If I had the audacity to show up later than thirty seconds past my appointment time, I would have to deal with the snarky receptionist telling me that I missed my chance, that I would need to reschedule. The doctor can run late, always runs late, but the patients must have patience. My derriere is growing numb, sitting on this hard plastic chair. I wonder how many other posteriors have graced this exact spot, all of us shi...

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Don't be Afraid

Sarah Grace

Submitted to Contest #43

“Don’t be afraid.” Those were the first words he spoke to me, from inside my closet. If not for the scars I still carry, I might believe I had imagined it all. He didn’t mean to hurt me, that much I have faith in. We were friends, and I hold out faith that one day our paths might cross again. I had celebrated my ninth birthday a few weeks before we met. After my parent’s divorce, my mother and I moved into my grandparent’s old house. A rickety place that made me feel like I was stepping back in time, whenever I crossed the threshold. My brot...

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Not My Life

Sarah Grace

Submitted to Contest #42

The instant Natalie woke up, she knew something was wrong. Her familiar lumpy bed, with the too flat pillows was far too comfortable. The bed she had awoken in cradled her curves, firmly pushing back against her weight. A lead bar was pressing down on her chest, making her feel each breath she took. The lead bar moved. It was an arm. The arm pulled her closer, pinning her against a decidedly masculine body. A hand began to roam, and explore. This snapped her out of her dozy confusion, and she leapt out of the strange bed, panic rising ...

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