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Ashen Graves

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Feb, 2026

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When love Returns

Daniel Whitmore had never been a man who believed in ghosts. He believed in evidence, in leverage, in the careful management of appearances. He believed that every problem had a price, every person had a weakness, and every mistake could be corrected if one was clever enough to get ahead of the consequences. It was a philosophy that had served him exceptionally well. At thirty-seven, Daniel owned a house most men in his position could only aspire to, drove a car that attracted attention wherever he parked, and occupied a corner office on the...

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The Mirror

Emily stared at the clock above the kitchen sink. Three minutes. That was how long she had before her husband came downstairs. She could hear him moving through the bedroom above her, opening drawers, slamming them shut, throwing clothes into a suitcase as if the noise itself were meant to frighten her. “You’re pathetic!” His voice shook the ceiling. Emily’s fingers tightened around the envelope in her lap. “Thirty-two years old, and you still can’t get your life together!” For once, she didn’t flinch. Inside the envelope were the divorce pa...

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The Closed Door

Weekly Contest #343

The office was a jungle of whispers dressed in polite voices. Maren learned early to walk carefully through its corridors, the low hum of printers and the quiet shuffle of papers blending into a constant background noise she could never fully escape. She kept her shoulders slightly drawn in, eyes observant, speaking only when necessary. Attention had always felt like heat against her skin, something that made her pulse jump and her thoughts scatter before she could steady them. Public speaking was the worst of it. Standing before a room fe...

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