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Ashlynn Prins

Author on Reedsy Prompts since May, 2021

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Dim Lightning

Submitted to Contest #318

“Don’t mind me.” I mumbled under my breath as a man leaned over me to grab hot sauce from the shelf. His gut was closer to my head than I would have liked and his body odor was wafting down to me from his arm pit, causing me to crouch lower to the floor. I prayed he would get what he wanted and leave. He lingered, unsure if the mild “Happy Dancin’ Tamale” was better than the “Flamin Tango.” “Find what you’re looking for?” I call up from my crouch, my scanning gun tapping impatiently on the hard dirty floor. The man glanced down at me. “...

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I Promise

The diner was warm. Rain pelted the windows next to me, making it hard to see the dreary scenery outside. Country music played on the other side of the room, and the smell of bacon filled the room. I was too high-strung to notice the warm ambiance. I had too many things on my mind. The door’s bell chimed as a woman walked inside. I recognized her long golden hair instantly, causing me to flinch. I lifted the menu to hide my face. It wouldn’t matter anyways, she wouldn’t recognize me. She had yet to meet me. But I had to make sure she wou...

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The Light

Submitted to Contest #239

A ragged breath comes from a lone traveler. His heavy leather boots lift slowly, and fall back down to the ground with a hard stomp. Sweat protrudes from his brow as the heat beats against his skin. The drops of salty water slid down his dirty forehead and sting into his eyes.  Clang, clatter, clop, sings the leather sack that slides across the ground behind him, his aching arm clutching to its strings.  The sand shifts from under him. Constantly changing from rocks, to dirt, then to sand all over again. He’s forgotten how long he’...

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Not Wrong

Submitted to Contest #103

My eyes open slowly, the scent of old musty books and hot coffee beckoning me awake.  I sit there, confused, as a tall stack of encyclopedias comes into focus.  It takes me another second to realize that the crinkled page under my cheek is not my pillow.  I lift myself up from the old oak table, rubbing my sore cheek. Pushing my long red hair out of my face, I glance around the large room, now remembering where I am.  Tall windows let in the early morning sunlight, bouncing warm shadows on the cold book shelves that line ...

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Ash Out

Submitted to Contest #98

“Why, God?”  I mutter.  I breathe heavily, trying to keep from sobbing. My face mask pushed hot air back at me, making me feel lightheaded.  I whipped the thing off my face, despite the smokey air surrounding me.  I close my car door, and walk up onto the sidewalk.  It used to stand right there. It was right there, with that big green tree and all of the green plants that my mom tried so hard to make beautiful. Where we had movie nights on mom’s bed and deep conversations on the back porch.  Where we had coffee ...

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The Wooden Lion

Submitted to Contest #96

The large duffle bag landed with a thud as it hit the hard wooden floor.  Philip tossed his heavy jacket onto the quilted bed, a thin layer of dust wafting into the air from the motion.   “Sorry bout’ that, Deary.” A small old woman said from the doorway.  Earlier Philip had learned her name to be Suzie.  “It’s been ages since we’ve had to use this room, but it’s all we’ve got at the moment.  I’ll have fresh linen up here in a bit.” She said, looking around the room, abashed by the amount of cobwebs. “Don’t worr...

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