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Author on Reedsy Prompts since May, 2021
Submitted to Contest #97
To the untrained eye, the window was as ordinary as windows come. It was a round window, which sat comfortably in its aging frame at the top of its aging wall. It didn’t get to see much of what happened inside the house, but it could see the whole street. In fact, the window was quite proud of the things it could see, for on the rare occasions someone came all the way up into the attic, it got to see both sides of every story. The people on either side could only see what they saw looking out through the window, but the window saw everythi...
Submitted to Contest #96
“I’m sick and tired of all this deep crap.” Brianna wasn’t usually one for outbursts like this, but she had had enough. She turned her phone off and looked out the train window in disgust. “Seriously,” she muttered. “I have enough problems of my own without having to suffer through someone else’s. It’s not even that good, anyway.” Jungle-like vegetation gave way to a thriving metropolis outside the window, all of it flashing by. Virginia was a weird state that way. Office buildings and train tracks popped up and wound through dense f...
Submitted to Contest #95
Everyone always talked about how I should ‘take life by the horns and ride’ or some such nonsense. Given that I’ve never gone bull riding, I was never quite sure how to go about doing that. I know that this may come as a surprise to you, given that I’m a famous dragon orthodontist -- not something for the faint of heart, for certain. However, it’s the truth. I was almost incapable of making decisions -- right up until and including the first time I stared a dragon in the teeth. Crooked teeth, I might add. I was a hormonal fifteen year ol...
Submitted to Contest #94
“This is a bad idea,” mumbled Jack. Kayla glanced at him, crouched next to her in the shrubbery around the mansion. His glasses were all fogged up from one of those stupid COVID masks. “Aw, come on,” Kayla whispered back. “Where’s your sense of adventure?” “My sense of adventure caught the ‘rona and died,” he grumbled, wiping his glasses on his shirt. “How did I let you talk me into this?” She cackled quietly, turning back to the wide open yard behind the mansion. “The target is being held at the end of the yard.” She could sense Jac...
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