Trinity Womack

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Aug, 2020

Stories (49)

49 Stories

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“Secret's Aren't For The Keeping” by Trinity Womack

Submitted to Contest #55

“Can you keep a secret?” Alea Newman barely kept back a scoff at the question. Could she keep a secret? Everyone else seemed to think she could. Which was why she knew more secrets than all the people in town. She did not know when it had happened. But sometime in her life, she had become the unofficial secretkeeper for those around her. One day, she was trading secrets with her friends and the next, everyone —both young and old— had begun tell her their secrets. At first, she had enjoyed hearing secrets from people. She had felt important. ...

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“The Dark Chamber” by Trinity Womack

Submitted to Contest #55

He was here. Finally. The years he had spent searching for this group had finally yielded some results. At least he hoped it would. So far, all he had garnered was the fact that this group operated in the dark and were very secretive about their identities. He adjusted the blindfold that had been placed over his eyes upon his entrance and stumbled over a step. The people leading him gripped his arms tightly, making him wonder if this was a trap. But it was too late now to do anything abou...

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“Second Chances Are Overrated” by Trinity Womack

Submitted to Contest #54

"And see, just like that another couple finds themselves back in each other's arms. You too can have a second chance at love. For a chance to participate on the next episode of Love's Second Chance, call 1-800-Second. I'm your host, Don Novel, signing off. Until next time, and remember, when love comes knocking, all you have to do is answer." Mira turned the tv off and closed the bag of chips that now only contained crumbs. Another happy couple, just like always. It was probab...

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“Through The Eyes Of A Changed Man” by Trinity Womack

Submitted to Contest #54

He was back. Jon surveyed the school that he had not seen in two years. Everything looked the same. The chipped paint near the front entrance that had never been fixed, the bench with students’ names etched on it, and the ever-familiar rush of students all heading somewhere. Everything was the same, and yet, everything was different. This did not feel like the school he had been in two years ago. The atmosphere seemed different, more carefree and happier. He wondered if this atmosphere was caused by his absence, or maybe it had always been ...

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