Tara D. Wilson

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jul, 2024

Stories (8)

8 Stories

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“The Christmas Present” by Tara D. Wilson

Submitted to Contest #281

**Trigger warning: mental health, physical violence, gore, substance abuse, foul language.I looked at the small container as it perched upon my coffee table. The box, a merry red color with a glittering silver bow at the top, rested innocuously. I stared at it. It stared back.“What the fuck!” I huffed aloud. The only reply came from the ticking analog clock by the front door. 7:00 PM.I shifted on my soft ivory couch and reached for the gift tag. I became annoyed again as I reread its typed contents: ‘To my daughter. Love, Dad.'“Why!?" I expr...

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“Midnight Through the Woods” by Tara D. Wilson

Submitted to Contest #275

As I followed behind the black cat, I became fully aware of how deep into the woods he had led me. Curiosity and confusion befell me as we finally came into a clearing. Then fear set in. *** Darkness and warmth; silence and serenity surrounded me as I awoke from my dream, eyes remaining closed. Then I felt it: the sandpaper being scraped across my face. What the hell? I thought to myself as I searched for the origin with my hands, lids still shut. Suddenly, I found myself grazing upon a warm furry object. My eyes flew opened and ...

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“The Visit” by Tara D. Wilson

Submitted to Contest #274

Grief is strange, really. One never knows how one will react. Though, I suppose normal people would probably have cried, maybe even screamed. I, however, have never been accused of being normal. Hence, I felt dazed in my mourning. I got the call at work, when my shift was almost complete, but nobody knew. I made sure of it. Though I only told one coworker, my best friend. I texted him as he sat at his desk a couple rows behind mine. He came to me then, as I knew he would. I told him to wait before he told our boss. “I only have 30 ...

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“A Walk Home” by Tara D. Wilson

Submitted to Contest #272

He glimpsed his weary reflection as he stepped off the elevator. He stopped to look at the muddled mirror of the elevator's walls. The long nights at his corporate job were catching up to him, as his pale face and the dark circles under his eyes demonstrated. He sighed and loosened his tie as he grabbed his coat and made his way out of the gray concrete building. The weekend was finally here.Outside, the night air was calm and cold. Amidst the street lights, he could see the stars and bright full moon above if he squinted just right. "A...

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“A Resounding Silence” by Tara D. Wilson

Submitted to Contest #270

*Trigger Warning: Some gore and foul language.*“This is ridiculous!” Gwendolyn stated out loud. Her irritation was met with silence, something she wasn’t used to from her husband, as he sat at the small kitchen table. She was perched upon the floor on her knees, scrubbing her blue and white checkerboard tile that set perfectly within her bright lemon-hued kitchen, adorned with white cabinets and window frames. She was acutely aware of how out of place she looked as she carried on with the menial task at almost 9:00 PM, only the dim light abo...

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“A Tale of a Starry-Eyed Princess” by Tara D. Wilson

Submitted to Contest #262

I lay there in my crown of flowers, the purple velvet coat soft under my body. The silver beads in the sleeveless bodice of my ivory dress twinkled in the sun as the tulle skirt fluttered in the breeze. My handsome prince stood above me. He, with his ivory skin, sky blue eyes, and blond hair, slowly leaned down. This was the magic moment, our first kiss. And just as our lips were about to touch, he started poking my shoulder. Huh? I thought. Then I woke up. My eyes opened and I saw the poking perpetrator. My friend, Jason, was...

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“Toby” by Tara D. Wilson

Submitted to Contest #261

*Sensitive content: cursing, mental abuse, bullying, substance abuse, mention of death, violence*Toby is a bully, and everybody knows. Those days at school, when he shows up, are hell for a lot of the kids. His targets are mostly students that make good grades, wear clean clothes, and have parents that love them. The opposite of him. He doesn’t really hurt them, just their pride. His torment involves pulling down pants, using his size to push them out of the way in the crowded hall, taking their lunch money, etc. It enrages him when he hears...

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“The Peculiar Aristocrats of Mystic Township” by Tara D. Wilson

Submitted to Contest #260

Another beautiful spring evening, another splendid party, and another handsome conquest. Darla Dearborn lifted her head and licked her lips, catching a glimpse of her reflection in the mirror at her headboard. Yes, despite the rumors, they have a reflection. I am quite messy when I’m excited, she thought. Her long sable hair and matching eyes were a stark contrast to her pale, milk-white skin. Especially now with blood smeared around her mouth. She picked up her black dress from where it had been flung to the side of the pink sat...

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Author bio

Welcome to my stories, watch your step as you catch a glimpse into my mind. Here you'll find suspense, darkness, twist and turns, and, of course, mental instability. About me: Redhead, Floridian, prior military, seen the worst in people but have been blessed to see the best as well. The mind is a powerful instrument, it's up to us whether we use this power for good or evil. Capricorn sun, Scorpio moon, Capricorn rising. My favorite authors are Edgar Allan Poe and Dan Brown. Thanks for visiting!