Sarah Martyn

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Apr, 2021

Stories (14)

14 Stories

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“Two-Faced and the Betrayed” by Sarah Martyn

***TW: mentions of divorce and an affair*** “This is a tale of two marriages, and I want you to figure out which one is real.” “Okay, I’ll listen and see if I can.” “Now, I know you’re my therapist, Diana, but you’ve become like a friend to me over the last year. I simply ask that you treat me more as a friend today.” “I can do that, Jonie.” ...

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“From Caterpilly to Butterflight” by Sarah Martyn

From Caterpilly to Butterflight Metathesiophobia: The fear of change. “God sure did make you a caterpillar, but don’t you think He created you to also become a butterfly?” Those were the words that little Caterpilly echoed in her mind over and over again as she sat at breakfast with Momma, Daddy, and her little brother Zip. ...

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“What Wasn't Said” by Sarah Martyn

I can’t trust my own thoughts, but they’re sometimes my safest places to run to… only sometimes. * * * “Hi bro. How are you today?” “Eh… I’m tired. I woke up tired. I didn’t even do that much today,” Thomas replied. Dumb lazyass… how could you lay around and complain about your day?

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“Mr. Dover, the Bagel Bandit” by Sarah Martyn

It is a true shame to see bags of stale bagels thrown out at Franklin’s Bagels and Coffee each afternoon. But it is less of a shame to see at least one bag get rescued covertly by Mr. Dover, my social studies teacher. How do I know he does this? Well, I’ve been one of the recipients of some of those bagels on a semi-regular basis. Mr. Dover is one of those teachers that people want for a teacher. He lets us talk...

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“Muted Love in the Cafeteria” by Sarah Martyn

Thanks, Dottie, Stephen said with his eyes. He didn’t exactly smile. His mouth may curve at the corner into, at best, a smirk. The fake kind he had to muster effort to make. He definitely didn’t speak. Ever since his mom became a widow, Stephen never spoke. He did speak at one point, but almost overnight, he stopped speaking. It didn’t exactly create a great experience for him at school, where he spent most of h...

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“Dreaming of Burgers on the Moon ” by Sarah Martyn

"Psst...Jenny," Stacy called in a hushed but eager tone. "...huh? Go back to sleep," Jenny retorted. "We're sharing a room now. The least you can do is hear my wonky dream so I can go back to sleep. It’s driving me crazy.” "I didn't choose to share the room. It's not my fault Aaron is becoming a gross, stinky teenager. But whatever... Let's hear this dream then..." <...

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“Concert Hall Murmuring” by Sarah Martyn

“Did you pre-order tickets when they got released a year ago?” “Actually, I didn’t. I was gifted this ticket yesterday by a friend who is sick and had to miss out. She grabbed the ticket many months ago though, I think. I didn’t waste a second before snagging it up when she offered!” “You know this symphony, though?” “Know of them, more like. I’ve heard some of the...

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“When Tomorrow Finally Comes” by Sarah Martyn

TW: involves terminal illness You’d think with how little stuff I’m bringing in my duffle bag, I wasn’t going off to college after living with my parents for 18 years. Maybe part of the lack of stuff is that my parents’ place has become my storage unit for all I won’t be taking with me. My mom actually seemed pleased I left so much, probably because, as she said, “you’ll visit often,” whi...

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“Empty Heart and Full Stomach” by Sarah Martyn

Warning: mention of eating disordersWhen most of your identity hinges on if you are liked by people (at least most people), you’ll dedicate a lot of your life to achieving that. Even the recurring failure of that goal won’t stop you, but you get tempted to quit trying. Nobody would ever care as much for you as you do for them.I’m not asking for much. I am new here, and would be content with a few close friends, and for every person who gets on with me to at least enjoy m...

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“My Mystery to Solve” by Sarah Martyn

(Contains elements of a sensitive nature, including grief, the supernatural, and implied violence) When you’re strapped for cash, and you’re already busy with school and working in your spare time, you find more work. For me, that was cleaning out basements for the neighbors. One particular day, though, I discovered a calling (albeit, short lived) much deeper than earning some extr...

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“Utterly Spent for Others” by Sarah Martyn

I'm good at portraying what I want on the outside but honestly, my true self is utterly spent for the sake of others. ------ At my job, I'm interpersonal and for the most part, clients always enjoy my service. Those I serve and even those I work with might guess I'm the "social butterfly" and am an extrovert, but that's because they think introverts can't interact well socially... Or maybe they th...

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“The Door to My Destiny” by Sarah Martyn

For all my life I have had a special gift. Every person makes endless choices a day, from what time to get their first drink of water for the day to what to spend their money on. For me, my choices come to me in some vision-like state… or at least I feel like I’m having a vision. But they also are very real. My hands touch real knobs and my face feels the real change in the environment; I experience real consequences to ...

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“Party Paranoia” by Sarah Martyn

I normally like parties, Asher thought. Salty snacks, casual conversations, late hours… this party has all that. But something doesn’t seem quite right.-------------------------------“Asher, my man! Party at my place tonight! Will you be there?” Jason asked.“Wouldn’t miss it!”-------------------------------*rings doorbell* “YOOOOOO Jason!”“Asher! Now the party can start!” Jason exclaimed as Asher heard the ...

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“Barely Standing” by Sarah Martyn

April 2021 A gray, somber sky is somehow more beautiful with its counterpart, this antiquated bristle cone pine tree, towering beneath my vision. I sit beneath it as a fairly antiquated person myself... I try to come here daily, but busyness and the world's paranoia inhibit me from coming more than weekly some weeks. Leaving your own home upsets people, but what's ironic is this place is home...

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Author bio

Christian. Wife. Singer. Blogger. Former Teacher. Author. Extrovert. Foodie. A creative. I don't submit to Reedsy OFTEN. I submit when a story inspires me. I truly appreciate if you follow to stay tuned. If you like my stories, I'd love a thumbs up! But whether you love it, have feedback, or could take it or leave it, give me a comment for input? If you hate it, send it to your worst enemies. I can't promise friendship or eternal love if you engage with my writing, but my thanks I can promise! To reach me: Email at sarahmartyn92@yahoo.com OR browse my resources and socials: linktr.ee/sarahsings ALL MY BOOKS/STORIES: https://snmsavedsinger.wordpress.com/category/my-books-and-stories/