Sophie McMahon

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Apr, 2020

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“A Little Blurry” by Sophie McMahon

Submitted to Contest #39

"See? And that's Mars! Oh, and there's Saturn.""Yeah. Awesome. Can we please go inside now."I tried my best not to sound sarcastic and like I wouldn't mind staring up at the sky for another gazillion hours while my ass froze off - but it didn't work.Wilfred withdrew from the telescope. He was pathetically adorable: the scrawny arms, hunched shoulders, slight lisp, lopsided glasses, even his bedhead and his weird tendency to rub his eyes vigorously, like some sort of furry creature you find at National Parks, was cute. I swallowed. Dammit.Wil...

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“hike ” by Sophie McMahon

Submitted to Contest #39

I was on top of a hiking trail when the world ended.It was ending, but dammit, why did it end so beautifully?Because it was, you know, beautiful. The asteroid, The FamousAsteroid from Channel 7, talked and tweeted and posted about, was finally hitting and there was nothing we could do about, and maybe that's why, standing there with my foot propped up on a dusty rock, my water bottle dangling between my index and middle finger, mouth gaping, sweaty in my workout-gear, watching the world end, it was so, so beautiful.The colors, for one.The as...

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“Three And A Half Feet” by Sophie McMahon

Submitted to Contest #38

She was too pretty.And it wasn't her hair which caught the light perfectly, or her smile which was too shy to be a laugh, but just wide enough to allow a sliver of white teeth to glint in between her cherry-colored lips, and it wasn't her eyes either, or her legs or chest or whatever guys find attractive about a woman's body.It wasn't even her voice, dammit, which graced our entire building with a semi-pleasant rendition of the latest pop hits.I didn't think I'd ever tolerate Shawn Mendes every Tuesday night, accompanied by the roar of the s...

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“PB&J in the early a.m.” by Sophie McMahon

Submitted to Contest #36

Dear Diary, it's 2:59 and I miss my dad and the rain won't stop. Why won't it stop? I can hear it, drumming on the roof, like hundreds of wet fingers at once. I can smell it, too, the soaked asphalt outside, the drenched grass, something soothing and gentle, something that reminds me of being a little kid, even though I'm not anymore and I have pimples the size craters marring my forehead and I'm graduating high school this year. It's funny how smells can take you somewhere else - somewhere kind, soft, a place where your dad picks you up and...

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