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Cassidy Ammorette

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Sep, 2022

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At Least I Still Have My Shoes

Weekly Contest #188

“So, what’s the catch?” I toss my head back, gazing up at the glittery sky above us but not really seeing it. It’s funny how one day you wake up and what used to be so full of magic just isn’t so special anymore. Like how for no discernable reason there's a million little lights dangling from some invisible ceiling in the sky and we have no idea how they got there or why they got there or why they choose to stay there for eternity, shining for us and asking for nothing in return. Some nights we selfishly soak up all their light, hoping to ta...

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Blurry Faces

Weekly Contest #171

new mindset.new everything. Maddy could feel the silver heart necklace her mother had given her when she was a baby slapping against her chest as she weaved her way through the streets of Philadelphia. Everytime the metal touched her skin, it burned like it had been sitting out in the sun all day. The metal heart seemed to reach inside her and join hands with her real heart. Together they burned a fire in her chest in protest. What she was about to do was going to hurt her mother the most. But she’ll get over it, one of the demons ...

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If You Ever Find Yourself Drowning, Be Sure to Drink Enough Water

Weekly Contest #167

“You need to sleep.” I stare at my son. A cold, gray, metal table sits between us. Its presence is large and undeniable. The corner of it pushes lightly against me, reminding me that it is there. That it has always been there, even when we couldn’t see it. An impermeable, unnatural solidness that has always kept us at a distance from each other.  “It’s hard to sleep.” He stares back at me and it’s like looking at my reflection in a funhouse mirror. He looks like me, if you stretched pieces of me this way and that, in all of the wrong ...

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