Skye Van Der Meer

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jun, 2023

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“Fairest of All” by Skye Van Der Meer

Once upon a time, there was a mirror shop.The owners were a middle-aged woman and a middle-aged man. They had been happily married for years, and in their younger years the woman had given birth to three children.Aurelia, Adeline, and Ada.The man and woman had only opened the shop a year before Ada’s birth. It was cramped with all three sisters together, so once Aurelia married at eighteen, she took Adeline with her, leaving Ada alone with her parents.Now, growing up in a shop that sold only mirrors meant that each and every day, Ada started...

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“Winner or Sinner?” by Skye Van Der Meer

Winner or Sinner?Published 18/09/2024 by Jessica Oriton Last month the world mourned the death of Lillian Elfine, beloved actor and singer. Her death had come as a shock to all, taken from us too soon by the successful assassination attempted on the 28th of August at the premier of her new movie, Fight to the Death. Despite the horror of it all, life moves on and so must we, leaving the past in the past. The person who seems to have moved on the fastest is unexpected, however. Mrs. Elfine’s husband, renowned Producer Jackson Elfine was seen ...

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“Gossip, Girls, and Guns” by Skye Van Der Meer

As the door swings shut behind me, I sigh in relief as the overly loud laughter and chatter becomes muffled. I'm the only one in the bathroom, the separate stalls all empty with the doors propped open. "Thank God."I whisper to myself as I hike up my skirts and sit down on the toilet after closing the stall door. It was only seconds after I had flushed the toilet did I hear the noise outside rise up before falling once again, the fresh muffled silence accompanied by two other voices. "Did you see them?""Yes. How about the massive rock on her ...

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“Project: New Earth - Part Two” by Skye Van Der Meer

“Captain’s log, day two-five-two-oh of two-five-three-eight. Current speed is approximately six-thousand metres per second, fuel at one fifth of a tank, leaving us with an additional five days of travel if needed. Repairs to happen today in accordance with the oxygen filtration system and with switchboard number five-three-oh. End Captain’s log.”I release my hold on the recording button before punching in a code that sends the voice message into the ship's archives. I stretch, sighing with satisfaction when the tension in my back releases. I...

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“You Can Call Me Chauncey” by Skye Van Der Meer

“And here is the famed Mona Lisa, painted by Leonardo da Vinci sometime between fifteen-oh-three and fifteen-nineteen.”A tour group, the fifth one today, comes around the corner. And for the fifth time today, I stare at the woman leading the group.She’s only wearing the black top and pants required for museum employees, but it doesn’t make her any less striking. Her dark hair is pinned back in a braid, and her equally dark skin is flawless. Her teeth are impossibly white, but not in a surgically altered way. She’s not very tall, her shoulder...

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“Little boat, little boat” by Skye Van Der Meer

The wind howls through the gaps in the wooden floorboards, and the hinge of the door groans as the overpowering wind attempted to break through it. The naked lightbulb swings violently overhead, causing the shadows it cast to sway rhythmically. I bend over the stove, desperately trying to light it. Each time the flame caught, a sharp breath of wind, having snaked its way through the walls, would blow it out. After the fifth match splinters between my fingers, I swear, throwing down the box of matches and pinching the bridge of my nose with...

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“Monochrome Grey” by Skye Van Der Meer

The voices were arguing again. I hate walking. I love walking. I hate rain. I love rain. I hate flowers. I love flowers. Hate. Love. Hate. Love. Hate hate hate. Love love love. “Just keep walking.” The voices stopped arguing. The road ahead of me is long and straight, stretching all the way to the horizon. The desolate landscape on either side of the asphalt is only interrupted by the occasional tree, skeletal and grey. The sky is heavy with the promise of rain, as it always is, but it never rains. Occasionally, flowers unfold their petals o...

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“Return To Sender” by Skye Van Der Meer

"Please welcome, Claire Ellison!"The make-up designer, Josh, finished touching up my lipstick, sliding the cap back onto the stick. A woman wearing a thick black headset motioned to the stage and said something into her microphone that sounded like 'is camera one ready?'. Leila, my manager, fluffed up the puffy sleeves of my dress before giving me a soft nudge in the back, pushing me out onto the stage. A hundred cheering members of the audience clapped as I walked out onto the stage. Myra Klave, the middle-aged-Botox-infused-half-plastic-ho...

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“P.S. I love you too” by Skye Van Der Meer

Monday two years ago----------------------------------------------------------------Sent at 9:30 am 9/6/21Dear Melanie,How are you? I noticed you were in a rush to get into work this morning, and I saw you left the carpark and forgot to get a ticket for your car. I got you one, and I'm justletting you know in case you remembered to get one and then thought you might've been going crazy if there was one there when you hadn't got one :)Have a nice day,Jack (from two desks behind you)P.S. I thought your hair looked really nice today.-Sent at 9:...

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“Running Forever” by Skye Van Der Meer

The doctors appointments started 3 years, 9 months, and 15 days ago.The same amount of time has passed since I was told I would die.And 2 months, 17 days are left.I have something rare. It's called Goodpasture Syndrome. It makes something called Anti-bodies which are attacking my lungs and kidneys. I've needed an oxygen tank the past two years because of it. It's a big metal cylinder I have to wheel around all the time. I hate it because it makes people stare. And staring leads to questions. I think I might just explode if I have to answer a...

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“Project: New Earth - Part One” by Skye Van Der Meer

"Hello. Welcome to New Earth training. My name is Jacinta Essie, and I will be your personal guidance counselor whilst you prepare for the journey on A.P 2689. To start, please enter your name below."I lean my head in my palm, tired despite it only being morning. Blue light from the computer screen in front of me is the only light source in the room, the windows covered in reinforced steel to shut out the light of our dying sun. The face of a woman, with black hair pulled tight into a bun - Jacinta Essie, she said her name was - stares at me...

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“The Blessing of Hope” by Skye Van Der Meer

"Is Daddy coming home soon?"I balance my youngest daughter, Nancy, on my hip. Together, we stand at the window watching as the occasional car drives past in the dim light of the evening. In the background, the radio plays, a soft melody occasionally disrupted by the crackling of static.My eldest, Patricia, sits on the floor behind me, her ragdoll bunny tucked into the crook of her arm. It was Patricia who spoke."Yes, sweetheart."I hope.Three years ago, my husband was deployed for the war. Nancy was only a baby. The three of us, Nancy, Patric...

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Hi I'm Skye.