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Chloe Gardner

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Dec, 2024

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Where the Gates Lead

TW: Contains mentions of the death of a child.His feet smacked against the ground as he ran, dirt and leaves flying upwards each time his heels lifted. His eyes refused to focus, swirls of green and brown and black hammering in his vision as he tripped over his feet, stumbling to the ground where soil clung to his face and tongue. He gagged, coughing and spluttering as he breathed in whatever wet, gritty substance was underneath him. He pressed his hands into the soil, pushing up onto his feet as he started forward once again, grabbing onto ...

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Reflections

Submitted to Contest #287

The mug felt cold against Dr Kravolta’s skin as she held it loosely in her hand. It was a streaky sky blue colour littered with hand-painted daisies that had spots missed by whichever of her co-workers had created it in their pottery painting class following an excessive boozy-brunch. Too cheery. She picked up one of a charcoal-grey porcelain and inspected the ceramic. Too gloomy. She eventually settled on a clear glass inverted dome with a gold rim. Just boring enough.The kettle boiled on the counter in front of her. Its intense rumbling in...

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The Monster

Submitted to Contest #286

Hot sweat began to form all over my body and, instantly, I knew it would be a bitch to get off of the bed in the doctor’s office, the sticky skin on my thighs already being tugged painfully every time I adjusted my dangling legs atop the leather.Dr Lawson unwrapped the old bandage from around my upper arm and placed it in a metal dish. It was damp, a pool of red already beginning to form at the bottom of the dish.“This is the third injury this week, Sahar. You’d think a broken leg would deter you from getting into more bother,” he sighed as ...

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Tick

Tick. Tick. Tick.3:58pm. Exactly eight hours and two minutes until the grandfather clock would begin to chime for the second time. He always turned the clock off after it chimed at midnight before bed, turning it back on in time for the chime to ring out at 12pm - an old superstition Lynn possessed in regard to the number of hours on the clock face. Nowadays, he adjusts the settings so that it chimes only those two times every day – still committed to appeasing Lynn’s wishes, but his growing annoyance at the hourly cacophony of noise too muc...

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