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Shauna Bowling

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Mar, 2025

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Point of No Return

Submitted to Contest #300

Earlier this morning, once the key players had filed into the conference room promptly at ten o’clock with coffee cups in hand and sporting varying degrees of alertness, the team meeting between upper management, Project Management, Project Admin, and Accounting was called to order. The business at hand was as it is every Monday morning. After getting the requisite pleasantries and insincere queries with regard to how each member spent their weekend out of the way, the meeting commenced. There really is no need for discussion because the age...

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Whodathunkit

Submitted to Contest #299

It’s not easy making friends when you move from state to state, school to school so many times it makes your head spin. That was my life until we moved to Philly halfway through second grade. By this time I’d grown into a rebellious, stubborn little brat. Things changed a bit when my folks decided to enroll my brother and me in St. Matthias Catholic school for the upcoming school year. We weren’t necessarily a religious family, and I certainly came off as the devil’s incarnate when it came to forcing my young self into changes in which I had...

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The Do-Over

Submitted to Contest #298

Inside The Threshold of Her Undoing Was it really only yesterday? I honestly can’t remember. My days don’t end. The sun comes up and it goes down again, but my eyes don’t close. I don’t sleep, therefore there is no yesterday. As I sit here playing endless games of backgammon with myself, I have no hopes for tomorrow because tomorrow never comes if you don’t go to sleep, right? I don’t mind being by myself in this tiny two-room space I call home. Oh, wait. I have a bathroom. Three-room space – excuse me. I’ve been sitting on this floor for s...

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Transcendence

Submitted to Contest #296

I died when I was twelve. That’s when life as I knew it crumbled into a pile of rubble with unsuspecting souls trapped beneath. The joy and love that once filled my heart was sucked from me as indiscriminately as a Shop-Vac inhales every speck of matter in its path. Up until the event that would mar my soul forever, life was grand in the sage-green mansion on the corner of Little-Known Traffic and Gentle Waves. Our house, with its white trim, angled roofs, and arched windows, was well-known in these parts. I was born on the third floor of th...

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