Waverley Stark

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Aug, 2019

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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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“Ride the Stars” by Waverley Stark

First it was your mother who went, who returned smelling of sea salt and a thousand other things. Your siblings pressed her, clamoring.“What did you see?” “Was it lovely?”

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“Quiet Weeds” by Waverley Stark

The buttons of her coat are tangled up in her hair. The light glares down on her, like some sort of great god telling them of their wrongdoing. Maya sits hunched and frightened under it. It’s been over three hours, and they still don’t have any information. She could be healthy again in weeks, months, even days. They didn’t have any way to know.

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“Mitchell Prine” by Waverley Stark

It was past midnight, yet the hearth burned. The flames flickered against the white ash, spots of orange light bouncing all over the room. Occasionally, it reflected off the glossy frames of photos resting on the mantle; a large man shaking hands with another dressed finely in a pewter-gray suit. The same large man, older, laughing in a room full of royals and politicians; and most recently, the man smiling with his arms around the grinning faces of his grandchildren. The w...

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“Red” by Waverley Stark

The scales are rough underneath me, and despite the thick uniform, they rub against my skin like sandpaper.  I’m lying on my back, watching the sky drift by over my face, right up against it. The muscles of the creature shift beneath my shoulders, each threatening to topple me from her back.  It was foolish...

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“Why I Hate U (A Cheesy Romance)” by Waverley Stark

I hate you because you make fun of me “Morning Summer,” you said to me, grinning, one morning in science. I blinked as I sat down. You were talking to me?  It was embarrassing that one phrase made me feel a little better about you. Maybe I had assumed wrong about you. “Morning,” I squeaked back, smiling at you. You smirked. “Late night?” you asked. I frowned a little. “Um, no.”<...

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“Sea Salt and Elves” by Waverley Stark

She laughed too loud, she swam too fast, her eyes were too shiny, her fingers too long. Her skin was greenish, her hair was the darkest violet, she howled to the sea at night, and she licked the salt spray eagerly off her lips.  The villagers called her strange. She was different, frightening, a thing to be avoided. “Not from this world,” breathed the old nurse Gertrude, to anyone who woul...

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“The Last Visit” by Waverley Stark

There is a small village set in the woods near a lake. It is comfortable, quaint, with straw-thatched roofs and dirt paths beat down by dozens of tramping feet. It’s a place where people chat together, fights are nonexistent, and even livestock bray happily to each other in the morning. And the castle towers above it, massive silver stone and colorful windows glittering cheerfully onto the people below.In the moonlight the village slumbers, casting mysterious shadows over the ground. The castle gleams like a massive diamond. It is ...

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Author bio

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

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Contest #19
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