Waverley Stark

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Aug, 2019

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“Salmon Crackers” by Waverley Stark

The woman across the room is staring at you, the one with yellow hair and emerald earrings. You pretend not to notice, sipping casually at your wine. She’s cute, you suppose, although not really your type. You preferred brunettes. They keep on coming up to you and saying how sorry they are. That’s all you hear- sorry for your loss, sorry he had to go, sorry you have to endure this, sorry, sorry, sorry. You want to scream at them. You wouldn’t be here if you weren’t sorry too. You readjust your hat, which is uncomfortable fo...

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“Crazy Man Pete” by Waverley Stark

Crazy man Pete, On his crazy feet, Runnin’ round circles, Down on Corner Street. Say hello to him, As yeh pass by, And see his silver wolf beside him, Sayin’ ‘Don’t you die.’ But crazy Pete’s been gone, Since before sun touched sky, See that silver wolf beside him, Tryin’ not to cry. They called him crazy man Pete, even though he wasn’t c...

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“I'll Hold Your Hand if You Hold Mine” by Waverley Stark

Whatever else could be said about the ship, it was big. Bigger than the sailboats you found normally in a marina this large, bigger even than two of them put together. She had to shield her eyes from the sun and tilt her neck forwards to even look at all of it, it was so big. And it screamed at her, too. The kind of big that was proud to be noticed, the kind of big that used its size to whatever it wanted, because nothing could stop it. It wasn’t sweet and clumsy big. It was bellowing, loud big, and drew eyes and soft gasps. P...

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“I'll Hold Your Hand If You'll Hold Mine” by Waverley Stark

Whatever else could be said about the ship, it was big. Bigger than the sailboats you found normally in a marina this large, bigger even than two of them put together. She had to shield her eyes from the sun and tilt her neck forwards to even look at all of it, it was so big. And it screamed at her, too. The kind of big that was proud to be noticed, the kind of big that used its size to whatever it wanted, because nothing could stop it. It wasn’t sweet and clumsy big. It was bellowing, loud big, and drew eyes and soft gasps. P...

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“Room of the Departed” by Waverley Stark

It was very late at night, but the room was still full of chatter and the clinking of cups. The glass chandelier reflected off of the polished tables; thick red carpets coated the floor and the occasional servant floated past in a pure-white uniform. He was there on the side, dabbing sweat off his brow and nervously massaging the place where his right index finger used to be. He jumped at an of...

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“Ladder” by Waverley Stark

There’s several different ways to look at fear, the kind that breaks people, shakes people, cracks the walls around their brain, shatters bonds and paralyzes the heart. There’s also different ways to analyze the steps taken to ignite that fear or calm it. Comparisons to be made: a staircase continuing up, or a rug unwinding to thread. A beanstalk shooting past rainclouds, or a hissing wildfire across a dry field.

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“Salmon Crackers” by Waverley Stark

The woman across the room is staring at you, the one with yellow hair and emerald earrings. You pretend not to notice, sipping casually at your wine. She’s cute, you suppose, although not really your type. You preferred brunettes. They keep on coming up to you and saying how sorry they are. That’s all...

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“You Don't Know Me” by Waverley Stark

You don’t know me, and you never will, because I don’t know myself, and that’s what frightens us so much about life, isn’t it? That’s the reason we go to therapy or have friends, to discover ourselves. You don’t know me, and you don’t want to. Why? Because I am a boy who is silent in the halls. I am the boy who is afraid to say the wrong thing so much that I only talk when someone listens. But you know this, don’t you? You’ve spoken to me because we were babies together onc...

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“Night of the Hunt” by Waverley Stark

Sora sat in the back, as far away from the window as she could get. The stone floor was cold as ice, but it didn't hurt her. Around her everyone was bustling, shouting. Plates fell to the floor every few minutes and brooms swept in to clean up the mess and knock legs along the way. Sora huddled away from the madness. It was all a lot of stress. Why have a giant feast for a night...

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“Imogen's Paintings” by Waverley Stark

Imogen sat by the fire and listened to the windows shake. Sounds like the frozen devil, she thought with a shiver. Come to take over the world by storm and ice. Well, you aren’t getting me, mister Devil.

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“Drinking For Dead Hearts” by Waverley Stark

“So once you get a good groove on the ice, you’re just turning it, over and over. It’s not that hard as long as you remember to take the yellow guard off, like this… Who wants to try it?” Debra watches as a middle-aged father- potbelly, unshaven, cheap winter gear- steps up to try working a hole through the ice,...

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“Chasing Foxes” by Waverley Stark

You walk down halls that are silent, the only sound the click of your footsteps. The halls are silent because you made them silent. You and your rising career. It’s quite still. It feels as though the whole building is holding its breath just for its master. You smirk at the thought.

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“Free Nehal” by Waverley Stark

The first day on campus is a happy one, full of smiles and prophecies of what is to come. Roommates greet and hug, and friends meet one another again cheerfully. There are groups and clubs parked on the lawn, shouting to join this acapella crowd, or the writer’s gang, or the DJ booth. Professors come out to greet the parents in their tweed jackets. The students themselves wander around in awe.

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“Real” by Waverley Stark

One of those really nice wool blankets from CostcoDonuts from Dunkin’A journal and a nice penFlowers. Roses.A scotch (the good kind)

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“don't go into the woods” by Waverley Stark

Andy sneaked out of her house when she heard the bedroom doors shut and saw the lights twinkle out of the candles. She grabbed a bundle next to the front door and tried hard not to grin.“You need to be careful around here,” Arabella said.Frozen gras...

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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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