Shannon Meyers

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Sep, 2019

Stories (11)

11 Stories

146 karma pts

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“The Mission” by Shannon Meyers

Submitted to Contest #20

It was the middle of the night when they attached the human town. Bertamuth looked on as he had his followers burn, kill, and loot the town. He scowled. It would be a long day. As a general, he need not fight. Just monitor but every so often, one would try to escape and he would slash them down with his axe or stamp them out with his foot. He did not like violence, but it was in his blood and even he could not deny the stir of excitement as he walked the screams and ash fil...

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“A Leap” by Shannon Meyers

Submitted to Contest #20

Ophelia tightened her satchel to her body. She had just reached the outskirts of Brunhild. She took one last look at the town and inhaled. “GOODBYE!” she screeched before heading off with a pep in her step. She was old enough to become an apprentice, and she wanted to become a blacksmith more than anything. So her sights were set on Eldar City, in search of one Master Delmon.

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“An Unexpected Encounter ” by Shannon Meyers

Submitted to Contest #20

Elias emerged from the rubble, coughing as he wiped the blood from his brow. He looked around. He had passed out and it seemed as if the demons had left some time ago. He cried out but there was no reply. He searched around under the rubble and called for his mother but all he could find was an outstretched hand with a familiar ring on the pointer finger. He paused to retch until...

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“New Hatchlings” by Shannon Meyers

Submitted to Contest #20

Myra had never had eggs of her own. The years seemed to slip by and there was always a new adventure to go on. Even though Baku had said it was fine if they never had nestlings, Myra had always seen herself with a family. So when the little human stumbled into her cave, crying and afraid, something stirred in her. “Am I that ugly to behold, child that you cry?” she had said. She ...

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“The Wrong Road” by Shannon Meyers

Submitted to Contest #19

Faelyn had been traveling for about so long she couldn't keep track. She had been searching for the Orphan Village of Haela. There, many children lived in a neutral society. They were housed and fed and educated. No race attacked the place of peace for everyone had representation there except of course the Angels. She happened to enter Karathor quite by mistake. Haela was very mu...

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“Bonded” by Shannon Meyers

Submitted to Contest #19

Lucas didn’t care for going into the human domains. He had no strife with the humans but the villages and towns themselves. Having so many of them in one place. The bustling around nearly hurt his ears. Evesdale was a four-day run from his pack lands but he did not mind the journey as long as he got his spoils. When he was just outside the city, he headed to some bushes. He shift...

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“A Little Adveture” by Shannon Meyers

Submitted to Contest #19

Bread. An apple. A bottle of milk.A treat. All denoted as pictures for ease’s sake. Odette waddled through the marketplace, waving at the vendors, stopping to pet street cats and stopping to pick two pretty flowers. She smiled and held it in her tiny hand. Tulips were her favorite. Oh! That’s right!

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“A Master's Work is Hardly Done” by Shannon Meyers

Submitted to Contest #19

During the hot winds, it seemed as if every green adventurer would tumble into her shoppe. She could hear the ding of a small chime once, twice, three times before she could finish putting back the jars she’d needed to complete the last order. There would be no chaos on her watch. As soon as Kalipsi could taste the heat in the air that morning, she knew the kind of day it would be.

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“The Shopkeep” by Shannon Meyers

Submitted to Contest #19

When I was old enough, Mother would wake me up early. Before the sun itself was awake. She would dress me, feed me, and set me to my morning tasks: sweep the floors, dust the shelves, and catch any pests I found in the books. By sunrise, the first customers from far and wide would come in and I would be off doing other things. Father handled the money while mother handled the customers. I was their little helper.

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“Therapy” by Shannon Meyers

⭐️ Shortlisted for Contest #10

It was the birds that woke me. Every morning at five, the brown sparrows that lived in my vent screeched. I lived on the third floor and sometimes rain or the occasional unlucky egg would fall from the vent and onto my bookshelf. I put a towel there so the wood wouldn’t get damaged and after the third egg I bought a tiny brush-the kind that girls use to put that pink stuff on their cheeks. I would brush the unborn birds into a paper towel and leave them wrapped up in the b...

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“Below the Surface” by Shannon Meyers

Submitted to Contest #9

Dalia opened the door to a simple, yet elegant beach house. She placed her bags near the door and continued into the living room. “Grammy, are you home?” she called looking around her grandmother’s home. It was different than she remembered. The furniture was made of fabric. The walls were a soft sand color. They were illuminated by th...

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Author bio

Shannon Meyers is a full-time freelance writer based out of San Diego. She graduated from the University of San Diego in 2014 with a BA in English with a Creative Writing Emphasis. She has worked as a freelance writer since 2014. She has worked on a variety of projects including ghostwriting a financial self-help book, editing a 180-page novel, and creating over 50 articles. She is a published poet and creative writer. When she is not working on projects for clients or creative works, Shannon likes to travel, cook, and play Minecraft for an inappropriate amount of time. She uses the experiences she gains from around the world to fuel her creative works.

Shortlisted 1 story ⭐️

Contest #10

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