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Author on Reedsy Prompts since Mar, 2023
Submitted to Contest #232
Sometimes you have to write what you really want to see. It is not a matter of slumbering or being inattentive. It is what you may ask of the universe. The birds of the air have already given me signs. However sometimes a feather is not enough. I mean donβt get me wrong, those signs have led me down a very divine passage. While I was unsure many times in my life a sign was always sent unexpectedly. An assortment of colors in ivory whites, light grays and obsidian blacks. Those feathers helped clear my self doubt. However now this may be sh...
More bad news sits on the horizon. Waiting, ticking like a time bomb, sneaking in like a thief. Restless and hungry. How could she even imagine this unlikely friend, one she would never have invited into her life. This wretched tortured, soulless unlikely to ever be a friend.She had always tried to stay ahead or so she thought. Waiting, plotting and hoping she would trip and fall on her face. Poor, poor little Valerie. Yes similar to the childhood song and new songs.. I love to go a wandering and Valerie in many versions. Ah ha caught you ...
Submitted to Contest #191
The sun shone intricately across the last of the spring snow. Glimmering icicles hung onto rooftops. She had pined over her Burpee seed catalogue for months. Somewhere underneath the cold bruised soil, an awakening was on the rise. Winter earlier that year had crept in like a teenager in the night. It had brought with it a frozen plant of silver ice crystals. Now late April, a splendor of color graced the landscape. Essences of harmony were in the air. Buds would soon begin to unfold like butterfly wings out of a cocoon. She knew where to lo...
Submitted to Contest #189
βIt was so terribly cold. Snow was falling, and it was almost getting darkβ. She sighed.If only she had remembered where her keys were. The empty street was silent. One small neon sign winked and flickered. Two small words, No Vacancy.Her mind was clouded by what he had said after dinner. Come by later or not. Was he kidding me? Guess what Iβm choosing? The crisp air was only an invite as to how she felt. The neon sign, why not? The snow had been gathering like Woodstock musicians. She had insisted upon herself to wear the dress . That dress...
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