Zoë Westlund

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Sep, 2020

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“Leaves Like Fire” by Zoë Westlund

Submitted to Contest #63

By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire. I wondered if it really had been that long, if I really had lost four months of my life.            I thought the program was supposed to help me, or at least the pamphlet really sold it to my parents, probably saying something along the lines of “send off your suicidal nutcase daughter for four months and we’ll have her fixed up in no time.” I sighed as I looked at the bright and almost burning trees, the autumn colors mocking me....

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“A Locket's Lifetime” by Zoë Westlund

Submitted to Contest #61

As the sun made the horizon its bed in the distance, its golden tendrils stretching out over the trees and buildings as if it was trying to hold onto the daytime for just a bit longer, the grandmother smiled faintly. She could never tire of this sight, gold-dipped sunsets that she could observe from her porch.            She was sitting in her rocking chair, ever the cliché, and she held her locket to her chest as if to say, Can you see it dear? Can you see how the sky bends to make way ...

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“An Irreversible Change” by Zoë Westlund

Submitted to Contest #60

The skies were almost a sickly yellow as the young rabbit sprinted through the forest alone. Being alone was all he had ever known really, being forced to run with the gunshots of hunters, the constant floods that seemed to come from nowhere, and the heat of the sky chasing him off from anyone that he would possibly get to know.            Water is few and far between his long treks north despite the constant flooding – good water anyway – as he tried to escape the heat that always perme...

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“In a City Like New York” by Zoë Westlund

Submitted to Contest #59

Trigger warning: suicide   Miss Graham starts her day like she does every other day: she gets up, drinks her coffee on her small balcony overlooking the early bustle of New York, gets ready, takes her special belt off of her tall coat hanger puts it on, and then she’s off to work.            Her coffee is particularly bitter this morning because she forgot to buy some more creamer at the store, but she washes the taste away by breathing in the morning air. It isn’t particularly fres...

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