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Shannon Gale

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Mar, 2023

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Darling Kipper

Submitted to Contest #271

Sophie Jenkins lifted a hard plastic tray from the stack and moved through the cafeteria on numb legs. God, she was tired, so much so that she could feel her brain sitting like a brick in her head. She eyed the salad fixings, her usual go to, then moved on. Screw it. Tonight would be meatloaf with hard-baked ketchup – her favorite – mashed potatoes, and buttered carrots. A slice of chocolate cream pie, because why not? She would do it for her father. He would never enjoy chocolate cream pie again. Sophie filled her plate, moving the tray alo...

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Four Fated Fortunes

Shortlisted for Contest #197 ⭐️

We four wandered into fortune’s path And learned how we would die.We laughed, though the wariness Never wilted in our eyes.I watched as all the others wentTheir fortunes holding true.Would knowing how your life will endInfluence all you do? An unrelenting rain slides off my umbrella as I stand at Robbie’s graveside service. It’s a hurried affair, only five mourners including myself. I have already hugged and shared words with his long-suffering mother, her dull stare trained on the glossy black coffin being lowered into the earth. I do ...

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"What Are the Odds?"

Submitted to Contest #191

“Hold the elevator!”Piper cursed under her breath and willed her feet, already clamoring to be freed from their black satin high heels, to move faster.Scooting around the corner, her heart sank as the doors closed. At the last moment, a hand reached through the gap, and the doors reversed course, drawing open again.Piper stepped into the car, careful to avoid the gap in the floor – what calamity would ensue if her spiky heel caught? - and blew out a breath. “Thanks.”“Sure.” The hand belonged to a man, maybe 28 or so, tall and slender with da...

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The Things We Take and Leave Behind

Submitted to Contest #189

Because of Rachel Sullivan’s life, I wandered into a dark wood and lost my innocence. Because of her death, I’m here once more.            A dust cloud billows behind my Tahoe, the headlights illuminating a stretch of dirt road that I haven’t traveled in eighteen years, half a lifetime ago. It’s nearing midnight, and I’ve seen no one since I turned off the main road three miles back. My hands tighten on the steering wheel when the headlights catch the flash of metal ahead, a rusted gate...

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