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Spirited Wings

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jul, 2020

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Sunflower

The bustling supermarket reminded me of a field of barley. Tall stalks with feathery tops waving in the wind, dressed in vivid green and white. I clung to Mama’s large comforting hand with my smaller one. We were sunflowers that needed to get to the sun. The barley stalks looked sternly at us as we walked in the street, trying to push us out of the field. But Mama walked through them as if they were harmless blades of grass. I could still hear muttering from them, curses my little ears shouldn’t know. But I stayed close to Mama, watched her ...

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N.U.R.S.E.R.Y

Submitted to Contest #60

The helicopter lands, blades slicing the air. The pilot turns the engine off, stepping out and setting the ramp. He salutes his passengers as they march down, crisp uniforms on their backs. Black sunglasses glint in the sun, reflecting the image of the cottage. Gloria wrinkles her nose at the smell of soggy sheep coming from the nearby stable. Sheep, Gloria thinks, such useless creatures. The only things they do are give scratchy wool and dung. She steps up to B. Osi, waiting for the signal. He was holding a BD (Baby Detector), and was scann...

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Snow Angels

Submitted to Contest #60

The snow falls, like angels who lose their wings. They brush the somber streets, alight with dull lamps that blink occasionally when a breeze flows through the cracks of the window covering the shivering bulb with a chill that can freeze a heart. “Misty times,” said the mayor, “are upon us. We must take advantage of this fog as a time to spend with family and people close to us; if we ventured in the clouds of mystery, there wouldn’t be many alive as there are now.” The park was vastly empty, the creaking branches of oaks the only move...

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Learning How To Run From Dangerous Murderers Guide

Submitted to Contest #54

Run. Keep running. My legs ache, trembling of exhaustion. Need to keep going. I can almost feel their cold, clawed fingers grasping my neck. That fear gives me a renewed surge of energy. Dusty roads lay behind me, and the thin, green line of the forest sluggishly came into view. Just need to get to the cool, safe island in this spiteful country. The bag on my back slows me down, but I mustn’t let go of it. The guys are depending on me. Sweat gleams on my forehead, my hair sticking to the back of my neck. I can feel the vibration of hooves a ...

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Until we meet again

Submitted to Contest #51

The dormitory is smouldering, the heat engulfing the air. All I can see is smoke, as I hide under the bed. But I have to save him. I can hear the screams of my infant brother from the attic downstairs. “Jack!!!” I holler. Images whirr in my head, horror dancing in front of my eyes. The other children and the mistress. Gone. I want to believe that this is a dream. But the taste of death is too real to be unreal. I dodge white-hot flames that dance on the banister of the stairs. I quicken my speed, descending to my brother’s room. I crash...

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Illumination

Submitted to Contest #51

When Kristin arrives for her first day of her new job, the store has been boarded up. She notices a note tucked under the doormat instructing her to go out back. When she does, she finds a door emitting a glowing light. Gingerly stepping forward, she seized the doorknob, a tingling sensation crawling up her spine, freezing her heartbeat. The eerie, radiating door creaked open, giving Kristin a near heart attack. She peered into the gloom, trying to adjust her pupils black pitch darkness, similar to a dark curtain sweeping around her, like an...

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She walks the Earth, He walks the Heavens

Submitted to Contest #50

Wavering leaves, stuck tightly to the interweaving branches of the majestic tree, shiver in the icy breeze that dances through my hiding place. There’s a slight burnt smell: bitter and smoky. Through the half-open roof of the structure, golden rays glow warmly, dappling the floor with splashes of heat. Dots of dried glue feel rubbery and leave a clay-like substance on my feet. I trace the designs on the wooden paneled ceiling with a finger.It slaloms on the back of a pearly-scaled dragon, follows the yellow brick road and joins Alice down a ...

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Life ticking away...

Submitted to Contest #49

The dull, white walls stare blankly at me, a small crack that zigzags weirdly looking like a wonky grin. "My heart is crumbling away," I told my doctor, "If you just checked-" "Now, now, calm down. You're probably undergoing some difficult things in life, since your father's sudden death. Have you been seeing your therapist lately?" It's the same ending to all his explanations for my 'strange' behavior. That's how he ends a conversation. My father was seventy-five when I left home. He had wispy cream white hair. We used to joke that his he...

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