Shawna Williams

Author on Reedsy Prompts since May, 2020

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7 Stories

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“The Dragon” by Shawna Williams

Submitted to Contest #104

Exhaustion. That's what it is. I’m exhausted but I don’t look it. There's no dark circles haunting my eyes, my movements aren’t slower and my speech is clear. My smile is bright as I weave through the crowd, greeting people and shaking hands. Snatching a drink off a passing waiter's tray, I turn and survey the crowd. It was a great turn out for a new business, I still can’t believe I did it. I could feel my smile fading as my shoulders slumped and my eyes wandered to the floor. 16 days. I haven’t been alone for 16 days. I’ve woken up, gone t...

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“Ollie.” by Shawna Williams

Submitted to Contest #103

I kicked a box, aggravated. Mom had sent me up into this dusty attic to find the star that had always sat on top of our tree but for some reason wasn’t in the box with the rest of the Christmas decorations. The box tipped over, spilling its contents across the floor, aggravating me further. I took a deep steadying breath like Dad taught me to do whenever I could feel my frustration beginning to build. Stooping down, I swept the odd assortment of things back into the box, a set of car keys, a jewelry box, a couple phoenix figurines, a pair of...

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“Impossible Things” by Shawna Williams

Submitted to Contest #103

It started small, so small she didn't even notice anything irregular. In the mornings there would be a glimmer of something, a small flutter of recognition, her mind trying to force her to acknowledge and remember but by the time she sat up it all melted away. She had never been able to remember her dreams and she supposed that was why she was so fascinated with them. The idea that her mind could take her away, show her impossible things, present her with new worlds and people entranced her but no matter how hard she tried she could never re...

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“No Light without Dark” by Shawna Williams

Submitted to Contest #56

“What can I get you, dear?” I asked the young man who had just sat at a booth alone. “Um.. I’m actually waiting for someone.” he said, glancing out the window. “Cup of coffee, to settle the nerves?” I asked him and the man smiled at me. After settling the man with a cup of coffee, I returned to the counter and began wiping it down. It had been a slow night, just a couple truckers and a few lonely souls, but now I was excited. I smiled at a frazzled looking woman who came blowing in the doors, her beautiful brown hair flying everywhere ...

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“It Doesn't Affect Me..” by Shawna Williams

Submitted to Contest #45

“Mommy, what’s wrong?” I asked.My mom was sitting on the couch with her mouth slightly open, stunned. Tears flowed freely from her eyes as she stared at the TV. A few minutes earlier she had dismissed me to my room, to get my backpack and shoes on so she could take me to school. She had seemed fine and I couldn't understand her sudden shift in mood. I stepped up beside her and looked to see what had her so mesmerized, a smoking tower with words streaming across the bottom of the screen too fast for me to read. “What’s that?” I asked her...

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“Reborn” by Shawna Williams

Submitted to Contest #44

"You're just a late bloomer," they said."One day you'll be out somewhere and you'll feel it, a tingle down your spine, and you'll blink and you'll suddenly be in a different time for a moment." They reassured her."Track your dreams. Sometimes it starts there. Dreams so realistic they won't let go once you're awake." Her father told her."Maybe we will swing by your doctors office. Just to be on the safe side." Her mother said, finally feeling her concern.Sitting in the doctor's office was uncomfortable. They had drawn blood. Done scans. Made ...

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“The Right Thing” by Shawna Williams

Submitted to Contest #44

I watched Ozzie walk out of the door worried it would be the last time I ever saw him. That this would be his last stand, his last fight. His eyes told me everything he wouldn't allow to come out of his mouth. He was saying goodbye and it took every ounce of self control I had to not fall to my knees and beg him not to go. He knew this was dangerous, reckless, stupid but his hand was being forced and he didn't have a choice. A deep breath and a quick swipe under my eyes, I turned to face the rest of the room. My eyes immediately found a litt...

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Even the damned need their stories told.