Waverley Stark

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Aug, 2019

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“hell is empty, and all the devils are here (pt 2)” by Waverley Stark

Dale was a good shot wit a crossbow, but shit, he didn’t have a single clue bout how to lie. You’da thought someone who could hit a target evertime would know how to strike wit a lie so it lingered real good, dangerous as an arrow, but nah. Started talking a blue mile bout Aspen again when we got up in the mornin, bout a day’s walk from where the rest of us was camped out.  Recruits looked all sweaty and eager, ...

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“hell is empty, and all the devils are here (pt 1)” by Waverley Stark

Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky and we went out to air our masks and replace the dryness of our throats with cigarette smoke-- although it had been pointed out to us many times that smokin was dangerous, there was no such thing as dyin slowly in the army. Smitt’s mask was slight as he was, thin branches a ivy crossin the bridge of his nose and thorns protrudin ...

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“Flowers and Shadows part 5” by Waverley Stark

The door to the palace swung open, interrupting us. Hermes came in, cowering, and in front of him, her curly golden hair bouncing around her face, face flushed with fear, wearing dirtied yellow robes, my mother burst into the room. I slid quickly from Hades’ lap. Zeus stood in the doorframe, a somber expression on his face, watching as Demeter flung herself on me and wrapped me tightly in her arms. She was speakin...

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“Flowers and Shadows part 4” by Waverley Stark

I was in the gardens when his voice echoed behind me, silvery and always just slightly mocking. “From the way Demeter has been ranting and pacing, I had expected to find you in a different situation.” I did not have to turn around. I knew that voice. Staying crouched in the dirt with the weeds, I called back, “And what did you expect?” “Chains, perhaps. A wisp of a little girl with fine golden hair w...

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“Flowers and Shadows part 3” by Waverley Stark

It became a routine: he greeted me every morning, waiting patiently outside my door. At first, I dressed more slowly, in the hopes that he would go away, but over time the loneliness of the Underworld got to me. I craved attention from something other than ghosts, so I dressed quickly so he would not be left waiting. He walked me to the garden and we talked along the way. Some mornings he led me to other parts of ...

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“Flowers and Shadows part 2” by Waverley Stark

In my chambers, I threw aside the beautiful red dress, combed out my hair till it hung curly around my face and over my breasts. I searched the wardrobe for nightgowns, all while my hands trembled, trembled, and I bit my tongue so I would not cry. I pulled out a white nightgown, so sheer and short that it was little more than a scrap of fabric, barely covering the tops of my thighs and hiding nothing. It would tea...

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“Flowers and Shadows, part 1” by Waverley Stark

 Let me tell you about nature goddesses. There are many of us, like nymphs and naiads, but also Artemis, who cloaks herself in forest shrubbery and runs naked with similarly free women, Demeter, who brushes her finger along cornstalks to help them grow golden as her hair, and of course Gaia, slumbering deep within her own crusted surface. We are beautiful. We are smooth and bright as sunshine. We have grace...

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“Christmas Gratitude” by Waverley Stark

Taylor came into the living room to find Egan face-planted onto the carpet. "Aw, fuck." He sat down on the couch and stared at him. "What's wrong?" "I am not emotionally ready for this." "Yes you are." "No." Egan sat up and looked at him. "Look at me. Look at this tie. It's hideous." Taylor looked. It was hideous. "I thought that's what you were going for? Ugly outfits are kind of...

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“Gilly and Jack, part 2” by Waverley Stark

Gilly didn’t protest when he dragged her inside, but she stopped dead when they made it to the main room. “Sir, what the fuck.” “You’ve got to give it a chance!” He grabbed her by the hand and pulled her onto the dance floor, which was full of people that couldn’t have been younger than sixty. “C’mon. You look like you know how to dance.” “I know how to do anything,” Gilly retorted. She glanced over her s...

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“Gilly and Jack, part 1” by Waverley Stark

Most unusually intelligent girls are difficult to woo. This is because the unusually intelligent girls are fully aware that any living, breathing man within five feet of such a girl is most likely saying rather stupid things. In movies, there’s always one guy that she falls for-- his unshakeable confidence, remarkable height, waves of dark hair, and that smirk which seems to drive every female protagonist wild. Y...

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“the first magician, part 5” by Waverley Stark

300 BC History and the Bible will teach you that most of humanity’s past (certainly in the olden days) was largely a male-centric world where beards and penises worked all day in the sun and the frail, skinny wives provided for their families with a permanent frown sagging their mouths. They will also teach you that the greatest people of the time, the kings and philosophers and geniuses, were male. 

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“the first magician, part 4” by Waverley Stark

The dynamics of regular genies in contrast to their masters was much simpler than how Eugene functioned. Genies had started off as people without any sort of magical abilities, who wandered absently around until a magic-wielder from one of the powerful magic families, like the Katayamas or the Millers, approached them with the strangest job offer they were destined to ever receive. Being a genie was diff...

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“the first magician, part 3” by Waverley Stark

It seemed to be a running theme today that Yamamoto talked longer and louder than anyone wanted. Kano could’ve sworn he saw his grandmother’s eyes flutter shut for almost a full second, but on second thought decided it was a trick of the light-- his grandmother adored Yamamoto far more than she did Kano. She thought every word out of his mouth was golden. Even if it was in reference to a politics-fuelled rant.

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“the first magician, part 2” by Waverley Stark

His name was Eugene. He’d given it to himself several hundred years ago, when he’d learned to accept his fate and decided that he could at least find the humor in how his name and his occupation connected. Whenever he was a girl, he called himself Eugenia and wore bejeweled skirts with crop tops to further the joke. Thirty minutes after he had left Yamamoto’s building, a stone monstrosity that stood so high he co...

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“the first magician, part 1” by Waverley Stark

Ujana was starting to feel very awkward. For one thing, Yazid was snoring loudly and drooling over the seat. For another, he was clutching a bottle of wine in his arms that he hadn’t offered her a sip from. And for a third, the train car was so packed that many people were shooting him murderous looks for taking up three of the train seats with his long body. She was tempted to wake him, but didn’t want h...

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sleep-deprived student whose stories have gotten wayyyy long but who's going to try to keep posting on here :).

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