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CJ Wright

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jan, 2025

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Symmetry

CJ Wright

Submitted to Contest #323

Quenl slides impatient fingers along the edge of the saffron woollen mantelet around her shoulders. She is damnably cold. The carved stone bench underneath her vacuates the warmth from her legs, the hem of her scarlet cotehardie heavied by wet grass. Her clothes from gown to hose are a palette of fire. The castle blots out most stars. She fusses with one of her rings, the message wound inside the band and name written on it. RAFF. A set of hands pounds her arms from behind. Quenl leaps to her feet, rounding on the stranger slipperily. Josie’...

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The life and feats of the knight Josephine—dedicated to Selvatrice, esquired by she, published in anonymity

CJ Wright

Submitted to Contest #309

Desidora sleeps in her gambeson. Skin hugging close to her bones, she reckons herself already dead, each breath she draws a promise to she of damnatio memoriae, whose scent fades from the gambeson each day, replaced by Desidora’s own. But what can she do? She cannot sleep without the thing wrapped around her skeletal frame, and she cannot eat those tasteless meals without knowing she has the gambeson to return to each night. In her paranoia, she checks on the article of clothing, wedged under her straw mattress, every afternoon between her d...

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Flowers to fruit

CJ Wright

Submitted to Contest #287

Knotty can sense it after she wakes up. She rolls over, sweat cooling in the middle of her shoulder-blades from the humid air that has pressed close to her skin all night after the rain. Almost imperceptible, the scent of dairy she breathes in on the back of her partner, Make’s, neck. Knotty reaches over under the blankets to knead the flesh below the other woman’s navel by rolling the heel of her hand and fingers. Make touches Knotty’s face behind her. Always the first out of bed, Knotty, especially now since she can hear a commotion on dec...

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