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A weekly short story contest
Author on Reedsy Prompts since Mar, 2021
Submitted to Contest #93
Alan was able to see into minds of strangers. He was able to observe their thoughts, perceive their motives, and experience their emotions.Alan had actually been surprised that Abigail agreed to invite Bob to dinner. But Abigail had said yes and so tonight he would uncover the truth. No going back, no turning around.Alan had decided to dedicate the entire day to arranging the dinner party. On his list he sub-divided the morning into cleaning and shopping and afternoon into food and beverages. Alan was very good at lists.He started tidying th...
Submitted to Contest #92
Anne woke at 12:40 am. Through the darkness of the bedroom she starred at the street-light silhouettes of the lace curtains and the potted plants. Her eyes were stinging. Her throat was raw and breathing was painful. Her body was drenched in sweat and convulsing with cramps. Her mind was racing, what's happening, what's wrong? She rolled over onto her stomach. She dropped one foot over the bed's mattress onto the cold floor. She stretched her arm across the bedside table and slowly pushed her body upright. Her breathing was shallow and her h...
Submitted to Contest #91
Ding! He opened his email and read the message. βDear Dr. Klein, On 3/4/21 the promotion committee reviewed your tenure application. Based on the letter from the committee chair, and my review of your file, I am afraid I must inform you that tenure has been denied. In accordance with the University's governing regulation you β¦ββNot fairβ he said and punched the laptop. He watched the crack in the screen as it snaked from the top-right to the bottom-left and divided the pixels into halves of bright and dark. He scrutinized the newly-attached ...
Submitted to Contest #89
Valentina was sitting at a picnic table in the long shadows of the pine trees. She was about to be the most celebrated women in the Soviet Socialist Republic.Along the stone path came the young Khazakstani couple. Sofia was carrying a tray of mutton stew. Amir was holding three small glasses and a pint-sized bottle of the local liquor. Amir felt very uneasy.βMy name is Valentina,β said the visitor. She had short blonde hair, unusually pale skin, and an accent that was unfamiliar to the couple. Her eyes were dark and betrayed her exhaustion.β...
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