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Ann B

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jul, 2020

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Angels and Demons

Ann B

Submitted to Contest #96

Dia I balk in horror at the skimpy red outfit Liz holds up for me to see. Her face lights up with a devilish sort of amusement at my growing discomfort.  “C’mon Dia, this dress is perfect.” She tries to convince me but I hold fast. “Are you kidding? There is no way in this or any other world that that outfit qualifies as a ‘dress’,” I counter but it only makes her grin wider. The outfit is red and suggestive and all the things Liz is that I’m not.  I knew it was a bad idea to agree to go as a devil for Halloween but Liz found...

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The Cherry Tree

Ann B

All works mentioned in this story are original. February 1698-Chloe A girl looked down at her small grave. Her mother lay in ashes under the ground. Cold and lifeless. Her mother had been beautiful but now, her cheeks were covered in black boils and her fingers burned black and cold. The girl turned back to her own plot of tears and pressed a cherry tree sapling into the ground. She didn’t know if the plant would grow, but with chubby hands, she gently laid the sprig in the ground, recalling her mother’s words.  “Now you have to tickl...

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Wrought Iron

Ann B

Submitted to Contest #58

I kneel down with one knee pressed up against the dark asphalt. The pavement was still warm even though the night shone black against the looming skyscrapers. My breath comes in silent gasps while the sense of impending doom rises in my chest.A million thoughts overlap in my brain, all with a greater message. Turn it off. Turn it off. Turn it off. It repeats over and over again in a roaring wave. I break out into a run, trying to be as silent as possible.My feet move of their own volition towards the tall blue titanium and silver glass skysc...

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