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Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jan, 2020
Submitted to Contest #40
On the corner of left Melby Lane was a small vintage shop where the stained glass windows cast patterns on the dusty wooden floors. Inside, a young boy sat in a crushed velvet chair, trying to disappear into the burgundy cushions. His corduroy pockets were stuffed full of mints and pennies. Across the room, an elderly woman held a record against her chest. The boy whistled uncomfortably, wishing with everything he had that he could just disappear. Earlier that day, his mother had sent him to pick up her blue brooch, but he had gotten guilted...
Submitted to Contest #31
The sunlight streamed through cotton candy clouds, enveloping every blossoming flower and blooming tree. Streaks of light cast patterns on the gravel as dainty daisies pushed their way towards the sun. The cold, crisp air filled my lungs with sweet breath. I paused, lost in the depths of my mind. Somewhere within, voices were shouting, "Do this, do that. Be here, be there. What are you doing? You need to stay with it!" They shadowed my mind with gray, gloomy thoughts while my head felt like it was lost in a haze. On the table taunting me was...
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