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Trina Ann Pion 🍀🌹🍀

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jan, 2021

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Crystal's Chant (Pt. 1)

“But who is she?” I asked the Woodland Elementary school principal, Mr. Singh, an overweight divorcee who was a little too handsy for my liking. He slurped his black coffee, catching droplets in his dark mustache, before the scorching liquid dribbled down his chin onto his green and blue stripped tie. “Where did she come from?”I scrutinized the witchling with squinted eyes as I felt around in my oversized purse. There was my wallet, a pack of cigarettes, a lighter, an electronic ebook reader, my phone, makeup, a notepad, and pens.“Where are ...

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A Healthy Experiment

Submitted to Contest #100

My mother’s tip to healthy eating was always to stay away from anything my grandmother wouldn’t make, which meant no processed foods or other tasty junk. Only vegetables, fruits and lean meats should touch anyone’s lips. But times change and only the rich ate that way since food prices skyrocketed. The rest of us poor commoners made do with the cheaper, more unhealthy products. Cooking was my favourite pastime, especially when it was for those I loved—until I had children. Not only was the price of groceries cheaper, so I could make wholes...

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Grandma's Cabinet

Submitted to Contest #97

I thought of friends as transparent windows until a close friend became shadier than any window I ever peered through. Her blonde hair fell in ringlets to her shoulder blades. Her green eyes hid behind long, thick lashes. I considered her the prettiest of all my friends, except for one flaw. A tiny scar living above her left eye.One crack in her surface. She said her father gave it to her when he found out where she lived with her mother. She said he nearly beat her to death. She said she had to be hospitalized for two months becau...

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Unexpected

Submitted to Contest #96

A ruckus in the hallway startled Cate Carter awake from a fitful sleep full of bloodshed and heartbreak. The ten-year-old’s compact frame stiffened as she strained to hear the strange voices squabbling from outside the guest bedroom door. Two distinct voices clashed and attacked each other, but Cate failed to decipher what the dispute was over. When a third voice joined in the chaotic commotion, her heart clung to her ribcage, holding on for dear life. It was only once Cate identified the three voices as female that her anxiety mollifie...

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The Consequences

Submitted to Contest #95

TRIGGER WARNING: Teenage pregnancy.Mom often preached about how I needed to take into consideration the consequences of each decision I made. She said each choice presented to me needed a decision that required action. She warned me that those actions would impact my entire future—no matter how insignificant the decision seemed. I never understood what she meant until I became a mother myself. My son came into this world because of a series of minor decisions I made one year that melded together and snowballed into the size of Mount Eve...

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A Day at the Tam Tams

Submitted to Contest #94

Hi readers!I tried something different this week. I used as many of the prompts as possible in one story. I hope you enjoy it!***Trigger warning: Story discusses drug use and alcohol***“I dared you.”“So? You’re the one who wants it.”“I dared you, so you have to do it.”“Why?”“Because I said so.”Asha Drake glared at her big brother.Jadyn puffed out his chest and grinned. Asha conceded with a bowed head and slumped shoulders. “I’ll do it,” she mumbled. She shook her head and straightened her back as she headed towards the master bedro...

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The Hottest Party in Town

Submitted to Contest #93

“We need more light in here,” Red said. Her hands flapped around the inside of Verdun’s oldest hall. “Couldn’t you have found a place with windows? It looks so drab—and the front doors keep sticking.” “This was the club’s cheapest venue for a party,” Jo-Jo said as she arranged the centerpieces on tables filling up half the hall. “Jeff should be back soon—with reinforcements and lights. Karl bought extra booze, in case we run out. The food’s ready. The deejay’s playing some tunes. The early arrivers are due soon, though, so less complaining a...

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The Deadly Truth

Submitted to Contest #92

Drunken chatter and ear-splitting laughter filtered through the blaring music as I marveled at a diamond sprinkled sky, hugging myself. A warm buzz coursed through my veins from the shots of vodka my boyfriend begged me to take earlier that night. I wasn’t much of a drinker, but he was adamant about me having a good time, and convinced a few drinks would accomplish just that. I dreaded the idea of having a party for my twentieth birthday—especially miles up north, in a village where I knew only a handful of people. It had given me anxie...

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The Snake With a Plan

Submitted to Contest #88

Thousands of years before humans controlled this planet, snakes ruled the land. They had the same green-colored armor, with their tongues whole and eight long, lean legs which made them hard to escape from, especially if one was caught in its death grip or bitten with its sharp, venomous fangs. Known as the most dangerous of creatures, the snakes wore their power like a king wore his crown. Not only were they dangerous, but their stories of indestructibility traveled from one shore to another when the world had yet to crack and sep...

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Trixie's Lesson

Submitted to Contest #87

There once was a pixie named Trixie Who loved to trick people all the time. She didn’t care who her victims were Despite knowing pranking was a crime. The Queen of the Cornish Pixies Declared pranks illegal after the fight They fought in the early nineteenth century With humans on one cold June night.   Trixie would keep the pranks simple Making sure no one could detect her. She’d unscrew the diner’s salt shakers  She’d switch all the salt and sugar.  Then there were those warm days and cool nights When the old scho...

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Babies and Mushrooms

Submitted to Contest #86

A young woman named Tessa dreamed of being a princess, not one locked in a tower, or sitting on a throne in a castle, but one who lived in the forest, ruling over a tiny kingdom she called home, where she’d grow vegetables, care for the foliage surrounding her ten-acre property, and raise a beautiful family. Most of all, Tessa wanted babies—lots and lots of babies.  While her head was filled with wishes and dreams, her reality was more of a nightmare. Tessa was known in town as a girl from the ghetto with not a penny to her name or anyo...

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His Apology

Submitted to Contest #79

A distant thunder threatened to dump its impending rain and whipping winds on Montreal as I waited in the dark for the 17. While lightening excited me, standing with a metal pole to my left, and an old tree to my right, did not. I half expected to make my trip home flying with Mother Nature’s calling card lighting my ass on fire, but it never happened.The bus arrived, screeching to a halt, to rescue me from the first fat drops plunging from the sky. I adjusted my mask and assessed how many passengers were on the bus. Three people were o...

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Here, There, Everywhere

Submitted to Contest #78

Typing. It was all my manic ass did for the past five days. I’d say my disorder was a curse, except for times like these when the creative symptoms just seeped right out of me, like syrup from a maple tree. My fingers couldn’t type fast enough to get the story up on screen. I was writing a novel—an epic saga about a mental hospital taken over by the patients—kind of like George Orwell’s Animal Farm meets Ken Kesey’s One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest. It was my best work yet. I searched for a character’s perfect monologue as I st...

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The Great Ice Storm of '98

Submitted to Contest #77

I never wondered what it’d be like to die in a wooden box—but thanks to a historic ice storm, I almost found out.  The sparse log cabin belonged to my cousin, Onyehte, who lived in Kanesatake, on Cree Road. Built tucked away on the edge of a modest forest, the cabin bordered a field that stretched on for what seemed like forever in the January snow.    “I’m always at my girlfriend’s in the village anyway, Skylar. Come. You can use my cabin,” he said when he heard I needed a quiet place to finish writing my manuscript. My unem...

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