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B. Goode

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jul, 2024

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What I Am

Weekly Contest #378

Dying was the easy part, if my memory of the event can even be trusted. It felt peaceful. The cold and pain didn’t last as long as I expected. Then I fell away into a deep, embracing darkness. Coming back to life was much worse. It made me want to die all over again. The cruelest part was that my mind woke up while my body was still putting itself back together. At least that way I knew what had happened, that I had died. Otherwise, I would have just gaslit myself, even with all the obvious signs. I remember a jolt through my body, like elec...

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M's Magic Shoes

Weekly Contest #368

“Welp, I’m dead,” Hank muttered to himself. “Excuse me,” someone said impatiently behind him. He blinked and realized he had stopped dead just outside the bar. Moving aside, he looked back at his phone. He’d been checking for messages from his girlfriend, only to find a reminder from himself instead. NAT’S BIRTHDAY IS TOMORROW!!!! glared up at him. Hank had forgotten Nat’s birthday the past three years, not to mention most other holidays and occasions. She had given him an ultimatum: forget her birthday again and she’d break up with him. He ...

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The Storm Before the Calm

Weekly Contest #361

A flash of light behind the curtains hinted at an incoming summer storm. Sarah sat up, joints popping and muscles aching. She had fallen asleep on the couch while reading, and now she sat in darkness. She went to the window, opened the curtains wide, just as another flash lit the ominous clouds in violet and blue threads. Sarah watched in awe. She had always enjoyed summer thunderstorms, for as long as she could remember. She found them relaxing or thrilling, depending on how close they were. She was also fortunate to live in an area where s...

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Banishing the Roommate

Weekly Contest #329

There is a poltergeist haunting my house, but unfortunately, given the current state of the housing market and rental prices, I can’t really afford to move. So she’s more like a roommate at this point. A roommate who destroys my property and doesn’t pay rent. I try to make it work. I don’t even know her name. I did decide the poltergeist is feminine, though. It’s just a feeling I have, probably to make myself feel more comfortable. After finishing a graveyard shift, I came home exhausted and ready for bed. When I opened the door, I called ou...

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The Familiar and His Not-So-Familiar Witch

Weekly Contest #327

Oliver darted over dead leaves and frostbitten grass, his heart pounding in his chest. He hissed and flicked his tail as a hand brushed it, but failed to grab hold. Three humans chased him, smaller and younger than his Lizzie. They stank of rotten onions or some unpleasant meat. Their faces were hidden behind garish Halloween masks that glowed faintly under the moonlight. Despite the masks, he recognized them as teenagers, as his Lizzie would call them. Oliver leaped effortlessly over the corpse of a pumpkin discarded on the sidewalk, the ...

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Dead Quiet

Weekly Contest #325

It’s too quiet in here. Once I stop typing and just sit at my desk, there is no noise around me. I don’t hear cars driving by, or the heater running, or even a hum from my computer. I wait for something to break the silence. A car door slamming, a breeze rattling the leaves on the trees, my neighbor’s dog barking at nothing as usual. Nothing comes. For a moment, I wonder if my ears are failing me. My back stiffens from sitting too still, waiting for some sort of noise. I hold my breath and listen harder. Nothing. The silence grows heavier th...

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One Last Adventure

Weekly Contest #320

"They're speaking of my death", Lillith thought to herself bitterly. She was awake, mostly, but her eyelids felt like lead, too heavy to lift. She fought the urge to drift off again. She sat in the living room, sunken into her late husband’s favorite recliner, facing toward the window overlooking the gardens of the home they had built together. Her family always clustered in the room around her, as if their presence might ease her passing. She supposed it did, though she would never admit it aloud. Mostly, their hovering pressed against her ...

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The Monster in the Woods

Weekly Contest #319

To outsiders, the monster in the woods was just a quaint town legend, the kind told to keep children out of the woods. To the people of Mossy Hollow, it wasn’t a legend. Nearly everyone who lived there had seen the monster for themselves. Some even left food out for it. Now and then, brave children wanted to befriend or keep it as a pet, until parents intervened. The monster had always seemed gentle, harmless, and skittish except when treats were left out. They also liked to think it kept predators away, protecting their woods with its prese...

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Her Other Form

Callie had kept a secret her entire life - one she was forbidden to reveal to others, no matter the circumstances. But this time was different. She didn't think she could get out of this without using it. And worse-she sensed they might already have an idea of her secret. Growing up, her parents had warned her that there were people out there who still knew about her kind and their secrets, and they would want to hunt her down, study her, and - in the name of science or education - kill and dissect her in the process. They also supposedly p...

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