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Ava Linn VanSickle

Author on Reedsy Prompts since May, 2023

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Dead Mother's Love

Ava Linn VanSickle

Submitted to Contest #322

CW: Themes of emotional abuse and manipulation, references to grave robbing Shadows dance along the room to the movements of the swaying chandelier. There are no lightbulbs in the room, only candles. The warm lighting isn’t enough to make the funeral less cold. Some people in the room cry while others huddle together in hushed whispers. My stomach twists in knots. I know I should feel something. She was my mother after all. I knew her better than most in this room. That’s why I don’t cry or engage in conversation. If these people ever had to...

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Fix Me Forest

Ava Linn VanSickle

The world around me feels foggy. Cold air nips at my cheeks, and every breath I take smothers my face. Trees loom over me in every direction, tangled with vines that remind me of veins on a brain. In the corner of my eyes, I see something sparkle against the darkness of the night. When I turn around, I see three paths. The first path is covered in glamorous, sharp diamonds. In front of it is a fishing net that says 'Fill me up.' I reluctantly walk past it, thinking, not everyone is made to shine bright like a diamond. The second path is a wo...

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The Call of…

Ava Linn VanSickle

Submitted to Contest #240

(mental health and mentions abuse) Halfway there, this shouldn’t feel so hard. My mailbox is looking like a tomb. The dew-covered grass hugs my feet. Whispers of movement whistle endlessly around me. Snap out of it and keep moving. I strain my mind. My body stops moving; my soul floats up. I want to stop everything. The wind rushes to keep me up; rushes to keep me together. It’s like I’m an air pocket inside an upside-down bucket pushing down in a stream. I don’t want my mind. But, “SHIT!” my leg. My skirt get caught on my mai...

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