Shante MC

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jun, 2021

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“The Day Death Lived” by Shante MC

There was a time when Death loved to be feared.Her hold on the human condition was that of a serpent, her existence the force of a natural disaster, the irrefutable ending every man had to face, if not accept: that they would die, every last one of them. They denied this cycle. They created medicine to lengthen life, vehicles for safer transport, weapons for self preservation. And yet, the more men fought her whims, the harder Death resisted.Their pathetic pills only held off her attacks. Their vehicles crashed into one another and...

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“Temporary Permanence ” by Shante MC

My name is Josephine Taylor, and I am missing a lung.My fingers move with the precision of a surgeon’s needle, picking only the right notes in a row of twenty-seven black and white keys. They do not stutter, like my clumsy tongue. Nor do they take a moment to catch their breath as they soar, like I so often do, halting conversation before its road has ended, slamming the emergency break and startling even myself. Instead, my small fingers move through the piece at just the right speed, flourishing in all the ways my underdeveloped body never...

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“Cup Half Empty, Cup Half Full” by Shante MC

Submitted to Contest #100

I was drinking an overpriced cup of processed sugar when a girl with black and white hair asked if I had time to discuss poison.She wore purple lipstick and a chain necklace. Seven rings covered four fingers. As I chewed on the cafeteria's tasteless tuna sandwich, she dropped her own tray on my table and pulled up a chair. "Tell me about symptoms," she said. Well, chloroform messes with cellular respiration. Ethylene Glycol behaves like alcohol abuse before attacking kidneys with prejudice. Arsenic affects the digestive system. Belladon...

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“The Never-Met” by Shante MC

Submitted to Contest #96

His eyes were always on his feet, and his feet were never on the ground. The boy had his chin tucked into his chest, arms out like an airplane. Hesitantly, he reached a toe over the building’s edge, tempting the forceful wind. Or God. Or both. The porch roof was just a few feet below him. It was a small drop, hardly worth a pounding in the chest, but Alex held his breath anyway. He’d never seen someone face-off gravity before. It was a force people were typically eager to appease. Without warning, the boy jumped. His arms pumped the air, ...

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Author bio

Aspiring teen author.