Sophie Parmaby

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Nov, 2023

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8 Stories

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“Fractured Years” by Sophie Parmaby

Submitted to Contest #252

My mom has always been adamant that soulmates don’t exist. “Relationships only work if you put in the effort to make it work,” she used to tell me. I always found it ironic with all the hallmark shows she watched. Almost all of them have the same plot with similar looking characters, but she would watch them religiously. I suppose fiction is better than reality. I suppose maybe at some point my parents were like those characters in the hallmark shows with the over the top love gestures, the fleeting touches, the longing looks, but now it’s a...

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“Story of an Author” by Sophie Parmaby

Submitted to Contest #247

Dear Julia, When you were younger, you asked me why I became an author. I’m not sure you remember this, as you were still so young, but the question took me aback. At the time, I gave you a half-assed answer, enough to satisfy your curiosity but not enough to satisfy mine. It has been years since I’ve seen you for reasons I won’t explain presently, but I wanted to write you this letter to finally and properly answer your question before my time has come.  For many, thirteen is an age plagued with inner turmoil. Many young teenagers expe...

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“Big sister” by Sophie Parmaby

Submitted to Contest #244

The train screeched as it neared the its final destination. "Froxville!" The conductor cried out, although he usually he didn't bother. Typically most, if not all the passengers got off at the preceding town of Tretle, but today, there was one person who remained seated. At first he assumed the girl was simply asleep. That, he thought, would be a plausible reason as to why she hadn't gotten off at the last stop, but he realized his mistake when she rose at the name of the town, patiently waiting for the halt of the train. “Perhaps she doesn’...

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“Moving Onward” by Sophie Parmaby

Submitted to Contest #232

“I wouldn’t miss you. Nobody would.” Ella signed as this same phrase repeated over and over again in her mind like a broken record, continuing to shatter whatever remained of her broken heart. Luke had moved out several hours ago, but his final words never left Ella’s mind. Even while she sat outside with the cool breeze brushing her cheeks and the grass prickling her legs, she wasn’t able to forget the flush on h...

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“Dearest Lily” by Sophie Parmaby

Submitted to Contest #227

Dearest Lily, I got here yesterday, but the cold has already infiltrated my joints making this letter difficult to write, among other things. The tingling and light ache has overtaken my extremities in a way that makes me crave for warmth almost as much as I crave for a hearty meal. Every breath I take, knives pierce my lungs, ceasing their function. The cold itself would not be so unbearable if not for the wind t...

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“Antique Shop on 27th Street” by Sophie Parmaby

Submitted to Contest #225

It all started in the antique shop on 27th street. Eleanor was, by no means, a connoisseur of antiques. In fact, usually she would grimace at the oddly scattered items that appeared worn down, and well, looked like the idea of them had aged better then the item itself. This morning, however, had been an exception. She had been passing by on her way to the market when she noticed a peculiar looking mirror through the wind...

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“A Cup of Creativity” by Sophie Parmaby

Submitted to Contest #224

One glance at the clock told me it was way too early to be awake. That’s what I get for falling asleep when I really should have been trying to fight the jet lag that overtook my body the second I collapsed on my pillow. The city of Paris had been bustling with workers returning to their families and children chattering animatedly with peers when I finally made it to my hotel room after a long excruciating flight where the agitated screams of a baby kept me awake for its entirety.Now, the city was asleep. The only sounds audible we...

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“The Boy on the Bridge” by Sophie Parmaby

Submitted to Contest #223

It was a common rumor that ghosts roamed the halls at Branson University. Especially in the library, every once in a while, a cold chill would rattle the bones of students before promptly slipping away. Most were skeptical of this claim, including me. I don’t make it a habit to believe rumors. Rumors are a waste of time and time is something I definitely don’t have with finals right around the corner. It was imperative...

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