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Author on Reedsy Prompts since Mar, 2021
Submitted to Contest #92
Lynette is the most excited she has been in a long time. Today she gets to go outside, not that the beautiful country mansion isn't nice, but she just can't wait to feel the sun for the first time in her life. She puts the finishing touches on the dress she chose for this momentous occasion. She squeezes through her friends and heads for the doorway, passing the mountain silhouette of furniture stacked atop each other and covered with sheets to keep the dust away for the season. Lynette, along with her room's ladies crowd the door, waiting...
Submitted to Contest #91
'Game over' the screen flashes and the console plays the losing chime. Adam stares blankly at the screen, he lost again. He's been spending the last two weeks on this game, unable to win. If he could just defeat that dragon, he could rescue the princess and win the kingdom. He could be the hero of the story. Adam isn't a very active boy and he doesn't have many friends. In fact, at school he is quite lonely, but in his own world, he can be a brave knight who fights ferocious dragons, or he can be a wise wizardΒ casting complex spells ...
Submitted to Contest #87
Ragnor finally arrives, after 12 long days of travel. The folk tales weren't wrong, this place is disgusting. A thick, heavy stench assaults his senses, that of rotten plant materials, oozing for countless days in the sun. The air is warm and somehow dirty. Its dense consistency is pushing down on his already tired shoulders, freezing him in his tracks. The light shining through the dense canopy of trees creates a yellow-green atmospheric glow around the lush wetlands. There is not even the smallest bit of ground in sight, every inch of soil...
Submitted to Contest #84
Being just an ordinary grandmother clock in an ordinary house, you'd think I don't see much, but oh, I see plenty. From my spot in the north-eastern corner of the long rectangular dining room, I have the best view in the Darcy house. To my right, on the middle of the long, northern wall sits the fireplace, right across from the doors, dividing the room in two. The twelve-seater dining room table on the west side and on the east, perfectly in my view, the lounge suite. 23 December 1968, precisely 11:45. The crackling fire creates a warm, so...
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