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Author on Reedsy Prompts since Dec, 2019
Submitted to Contest #38
The first time he found it, he was three and Mommy was trying to teach him words. He hid in Daddy’s closet because then he wouldn’t be able to see Mommy, which meant that she couldn’t see him, either. He wanted to cry a bit because his stomach was growling and he didn’t know why, but because he knew that if he cried Mommy would find him, he decided against it in the end (though not in so many words. He didn’t know so many words).He missed the times when Mommy and Daddy would take him to the park and he would chase butterflies, back when she ...
Submitted to Contest #37
“Did I tell you about the cheating?” Jessica’s head snaps up from the ladybug she’d been inspecting out of boredom. “What?” “Oh, yes.” The girl responds absently, her gaze fixed on the science homework in her hands. “She was so mad afterwards.” Jessica’s eyes rove her friend’s face eagerly—hungrily—for more gossip. “For real?! Who was it? C’mon, tell me. I’m all ears.” Ella’s smirk is so small that only her best friend—which Jessica just so happens to be—can possibly notice it. Jessica, however, is too blinded by excitement to notice i...
Submitted to Contest #25
“You could always stop being such a stick-in-the-mud. And you could try getting rid of that pesky habit of yours called tattling. I’m sure you’d have more friends then. Oh! Or you could stop eating meat,” her sister offers in a faux helpful voice. “Although that would probably be impossible for you; what was your record? Five days? Four days?” her sister laughs. “Oh, shut it just this once, will you?” Alyssa grouses. She tries to ignore her sister’s awful suggestions and focus on the paper before her. New Year’s Resolutions have always ...
Submitted to Contest #22
… 60! Time is honestly such a superficial concept. They’re outside counting down to midnight, only a minute away—but what is midnight? Twelve PM, which in itself is utterly abstract. So some call it the “darkest hour,” or say that midnight is the moment halfway between two consecutive moments when the sun is at its highest—which is an utter mouthful, anyway. But then the question is, what is a minute? What is a second? A minute is 1/1440th of the time between one midnight and the next, and a second is 1/60th of that. What sort of numbers are...
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