Skye May

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Aug, 2020

Stories (4)

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“In the midst of darkness” by Skye May

Submitted to Contest #58

Monica's hands were shaking as the bitter cold cut through her thin gloves. She fumbled with the keys as she tried to unlock her car door. Her breath like a cloud in the darkness. She hears footsteps crunching against the hard snow, slowly and then coming closer, louder. Finally, she is able to get the key into the door and turns. She quickly sits down and closes the door, locking it. She doesn't see anyone around. "Were those footsteps a figment of my imagination?"As Monica sits and waits for her car window to defrost, she puts on the radi...

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“Grandma's Safe Haven ” by Skye May

Submitted to Contest #57

"I'm just going to stay up for a while, I have a lot of work to do." I say, as I comb my fingers through my thinning hair, as a cluster of hair falls to the floor. I hang up the phone and silently walk down the hall and turn the corner. Siggy, my dog, is laying on the floor whimpering. "Oh siggy, you've always been by my side. Come, sit with me." As he tries to jump up and sit beside me on the love sofa, he barely makes it. Being 14 years old can really show a dogs age. His hair is shedding just about as much as mine does, these days...

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“When Pigs Fly ” by Skye May

Submitted to Contest #57

I have an egg that sits on my desk at home; it's not your everyday bacon and eggs kind of egg. It's a beautifully hand-painted wooden egg. It's painted blue, with a pig flying with wings. It reminds me of many reasons why I became a nurse.I received this art egg after Sr. Mary* passed away. She was a Nun; a very lovely, full of life Nun. She lived life with zest. She had a smile that you knew she was up to something. She saw my transition from new c.n.a. to graduated LPN. I had worked in that Convent for over 12 years and to this day, I...

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“The brilliance of a thousand breaths” by Skye May

Submitted to Contest #57

I feel heavy, as if I am walking with concrete caked onto my shoes. I look down and see the opaqueness of my being. My hands are fading, and I can't hear myself breathe. I close my eyes and count.... one...two...three. I open my eyes, and I see a dusky sunset off to the right. To the left there is a clift that reaches out so far to the depths of a great plain, that I wonder how I can reach the bottom. I am not aware of who I am, where I am or how I came to be in this odd place. I suddenly feel the rush of wind that sweeps me off of my heavy ...

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Author bio

Socially awkward, I find myself easily escaping into the world of writing. I'm an avid reader, a mother to a 5 year old, wife of 7 years and a full-time nurse. When I find a moment of silence in a fast paced life, I write. I just recently came across reedsy and hope to find others like myself that find that the flame of writing burns, flickers and sometimes burns out. Let each other light our fires again.