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Sophie P

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jun, 2024

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Something New

Submitted to Contest #268

I had completely forgotten about the letter. When I wrote it eight years ago, I’d imagined my future self picking it up off an expensive doormat and reading through what was essentially an impressive laundry list of things I had already accomplished. The letter was something they’d encouraged us to write in our third year of high school; we were asked to write to our future selves, or a version of them anyway. At first, no one really took the assignment seriously- it was only for extra credit, after all- but when I got home after soccer prac...

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Dear Aunt Janice

Submitted to Contest #261

Thank you so much! Dear Aunt Janice,Mother says I am supposed to write you a thank you card for the jumper you gave me on my birthday. She said I have to be specific, so I guess I like the green baubles that stick out from the Christmas tree, even though my birthday is in July. Thanks anyway. From,Alfie —  Thank you so much! Dear Aunt Janice,Mother says my last thank you card was not appropriate and also that I should say sorry for mentioning that my birthday is not during Christmas-time. This seems like an obvious fact, but I apologise...

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Waking Dreams

Submitted to Contest #260

It wasn’t going well. I was beginning to think that being an estate agent wasn’t for me. It had seemed like the type of job I’d be suited for; I'd dreamed of showing a couple around a house, dazzling them with fascinating architecture, stories woven into the carpet of the bedrooms or the wood-panelling in the study. Or of helping a single mum find the bedrooms for her kids she never thought she could afford or the young entrepreneur find the office space to get their business off the ground. But, in typical fashion, I had only pictured what ...

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Sweet Revenge

Submitted to Contest #259

When she found the invitation for the college reunion under her door, Sarah had crossed the kitchen and frisbeed it directly into the trash. She’d never gone to one before, why start now? However, there were two reasons that, not long after, she found herself digging the invitation out, wiping coffee grounds off the surface so she could read the details. First, her life was going really well; she was living in a nice apartment in the city, had just landed her dream job, and even had enough time left over to do the hobbies that made it look l...

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I am not John Fernsby

Submitted to Contest #257

I should not be here. I should not be here. What are the chances of two blokes with the same name ending up in the same place at the same time? Sure, John isn’t all that original, but I’ve never met another Fernsby in my life and now there’s two of us at once? It had to be a joke. But sitting here in the makeup chair whilst the hair stylist calls me ‘sir’, it’s starting to feel like this isn’t a joke. I hadn’t planned this, honestly. All I did was win a radio contest, and when the radio host said: “Congratulations, John! Come on down to the ...

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A Levels

Submitted to Contest #257

LOUNGE - MORNING JARED (17) gangly and casual with a permanent smirk saunters into the room to see the five anxious faces of his friends staring up at him from around the room. JARED'Sup? MOLLY (17) is sitting on a bar stool, feet clenched on the bottom rung. ALI (17) is sitting in a chair with their legs hanging over the side. ALEC (18) is leaning on the mantel, with a hand in his pocket. And ROSS (17) is sitting in the middle of the floor, legs crossed, as if he's been meditating. Jared looks at the faces staring at him disconcerted. JA...

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Double Act

Submitted to Contest #256

Maldec was one of the greatest players to ever step foot on court. He’d won more competitions than he had room for in his trophy cabinet, and rumour had it that he had resorted to giving them away at children’s birthday parties.The press loved him; his grace, his style, his work ethic, and they especially loved the fact that every time they predicted he would ‘go all the way’, they happened to be right. And for as long as I had been on the tour, they had compared me to him.I hated when they did that.My strokes, they said, had a little someth...

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