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Author on Reedsy Prompts since Sep, 2019
Submitted to Contest #40
For a long, long time, I had thought him dead.This was the only reasonable explanation I could conjure in my mind; that he had been lost in the tides of time, reduced to ashes and gone forever, not out of his own will but of God’s. For a long, long time, I had considered death less painful than being alone. No matter how many times I’d been on the roof of the high-school, it never ceased to amaze me. Not the view; we sat on the side facing away from the front to avoid being seen, and so our only view was of the parking lot. It was the r...
Submitted to Contest #26
BERLIN, GERMANYHow can the world seem perfectly fine one day, then go all wrong the next? It just didn’t make sense. Especially not to Otto.Well, a lot of things did not make sense to Otto. Like how some people lived cold and hungry in little shacks while others lived in big houses, like his family’s estate. The Wolff estate, his father had once told him, and all ours. All yours. That was, of course, when he was still a little boy, and Otto’s mother had insisted that his oddities would pass.“Why, just look at him, Elena!” The father wou...
Submitted to Contest #21
“Breaking News: yet another death has occurred this week, marking this the seventh of the month. Twenty-year-old Margaret Bell was found poisoned inside her own house last Saturday night. Police were called into the scene when neighbors reported the—” “Oh turn that off, will you?” Mia said, appearing at the door. “Shhh.” Brian, her bespectacled coworker who was a known conspiracist in the workplace, shushed her quickly. Mia frowned, entering the room with a plate of cookies in hand, her contribution to the event. Her scarlet pumps click...
The Letter.Dear Whoever May Be Reading This,I swear to God I did not mean to. I did not mean to hurt anybody. It’s just that it feels so...right. No- liberating. Yes, that’s it. Freeing. I need it. I need it. I need my friends, and my friends need me.Although I’m afraid I’ve been a little selfish lately. I don’t think my friends like it when I take them away for too long, or when I grab them so tight my fingers leave bruises on their wrists. You must understand that I have to do these things, though, otherwise they’ll run away from me. I can...
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