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Charlotte Pafk

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jul, 2020

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Secret Happiness

The dawn light breaks through my windows, cascading gently across my bed. Which covers a lump of pillows shaped haphazardly like my own sleeping form. If anyone were to know that I was leaving the palace walls without an escort, I wouldn’t hear the end of it, confined to the palace gardens and library for the rest of my days.  With this thought in mind, I quickly lace up boots that I borrowed from one of my maids and shrug a heavy coat over my simple tunic and trousers. My hair, a light brown, is hidden beneath the hood as well as most...

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Is the Camera On?

Submitted to Contest #76

“Come on, Jay, we’re gonna be late!” “How can we be late, it’s only us.” “I – actually you’re right. Hmmm. Well, hurry up anyways!” “I’m coming, I’m coming don’t worry. Do you know where my coat is?” “It’s in my hand, I grabbed it already, just come on!” “Ok, ok, jeeze.” “Don’t forget the camera!” “Already in the car.” “Perfect, thanks Jay. You ready now?” “Yup, let’s get going. Do you want to stop for some coffee on the way there? It’s still pretty early.” “Hmm… I feel pretty awake, if you couldn’t tell, but, yeah, I’d like coffee. Where ar...

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The Chaos of One Key

Submitted to Contest #57

My fingers curl around the pen painfully, the joints popping as I write. Despite the discomfort, I am the happiest I have ever been in a while. I’m ecstatic, actually. Not many people can say that when they’re writing their own will while resting on their deathbed.  A cough wracks through my body and I pull my hand away from the paper before I make any unwanted marks. Through the sound of my coughing, I hear the telltale tap, tap, tap of Jeremy’s polished cordovan shoes upon the marble floors outside my door.  “Sir, are you-”, J...

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