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Clare Dawson

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Aug, 2025

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My Beloved, Still

Weekly Contest #369

Akiya had always believed that love made a place holy. It was not the chapel bells that made the village sacred, nor the old stone well where women gathered each morning with their buckets, nor even the little graveyard beyond the hill, where the dead slept beneath crooked markers and wild grass.No. It was love. Love made the crooked cottage beautiful, made winter gentle. Love turned a bed of straw into a palace when the right person lay beside you.And Akiya had Liah.That was enough to make a kingdom of the world.“You’re staring again,” Liah...

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The Rite of Grace

“Ladies,” Madame Beaumont said, her voice echoing through the studio, “this year’s Rite of Grace will be performed on the final evening of the autumn gala.”No one moved. Even the floorboards seemed to hold their breath beneath satin slippers. Twelve dancers stood in perfect lines, chins lifted, backs straight, hands resting delicately at their sides. They all wanted it. They simply weren't willing to admit how badly. But I was. Outside, rain streaked the tall windows overlooking London. The city blurred into soft gray shapes, disappearing be...

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When The Forest Spoke

Weekly Contest #316

Elara had always been drawn to the forest. Even as a child, she would wander past the fences of the village, past the fields where the cows grazed and the earth smelled of thawing spring, until the dense trees swallowed her in shadow and mist. There, the air smelled of wet moss and something older—something that felt alive. She would press her small hands to the bark of trees, feeling their slow, patient pulse. And there, she heard the whispers. At first, she thought it was the wind. “Elara… Elara…” The sound was soft, almost coaxing, like...

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