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Crissie Dittrich

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Apr, 2023

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Reflections

He killed my beautiful daughter. Her name was Eve and she will always be the love of my life. From the moment she was conceived I loved her with every part of myself. I was there when she said her first words and when she took her first steps. I got to be part of all of the grand moments in her short life. She was my everything.Her mother left us when she was twelve. It was very hard time for my wife and I, and for Eve. Her tumultuous teen rebellion came along at the exact time her mother’s infidelity came to light. Her mother’s newly explor...

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Starry Eyed

I always knew I was going to be a star.  My debut role was as Piglet in our hometown play and I rocked it.  I wiggled my little pigtail in every scene and the audience loved it. The energy from the audience was my first drug.  At the end of the play, as we all gathered on the stage to bow, the audience went crazy when I ran out front to wiggle my tail one last time.  My costars flashed looks of annoyance, but I couldn’t help myself.  A star was born that night and I’ve been working towards my dream future in Hollywoo...

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Cupid’s Restitution

Weekly Contest #195

I watched her hand slip into his as they walked the perimeter of the park.  It was a gorgeous summer night.  Among the beautiful blooms and quieting birdsong, they slowly made their way along the path.  I could feel the love coming off of them, the comfort and the support.  I did that.  I made that happen. As I lost sight of them rounding the water’s edge I decided to stay where I was behind the trunk of the tree that was most likely a century older than myself.  I took solace in that.  As this tree would...

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A Love Story

Weekly Contest #194

Is it too much to ask to find someone I can truly connect with? I have been trying so hard to find that one person who really gets me. Someone I can share my life and love with. Someone I can take care of and support. I put in all of the effort, but it is as if they can never truly see that. They can never see the connection we have.Gerry was one of the latest in a long line of disappointments. He was a handsome, successful businessman who seemed perfect on paper. I took in his mail, walked his dogs and even did a little cleaning. ...

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Pieces

Weekly Contest #193

Matthew has very little to offer.  He is a starving artist who lives in a van.  He is often late to everything and when he gets there he smells of weed covered with patchouli.  Although we grew up together, we are complete opposites and the five years between us further the divide.I am often early.  I never drink or smoke and I definitely don’t live in my car.  I live in a three bedroom condo in New York by the Hudson River.  My home is immaculate, my wife is beautiful, I drive a Mercedes - Benz, and my job is h...

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Ticket to Paradise

Weekly Contest #192

Life was good.  I had a decent job.  It didn’t pay much but I enjoyed it.  I had a roommate who was also a friend. I had a nice girlfriend and a supportive family.  Everything was easy and although I had to forgo fancy vacations for staycations and eating out for attempting home recipes to save money, I was content. It was on a night when I was attempting to make a homemade meal for my girlfriend that everything changed.  I was halfway through the recipe for dessert when I realized I didn’t have enough sugar. I had...

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Ghost Writer

Shortlisted for Contest #192 ⭐️

Bridget was clearing the table when his phone chimed.  She did her best not to react and busied herself brushing non-existent crumbs from the placemat.  Matthew didn’t notice.  He never noticed anymore. He sheepishly palmed his phone and made an exaggerated yawning motion, acting as if he wasn’t struggling with every second he couldn’t look at the phone.  She knew it was killing him not to jump from the table.  She savored that time, moving slowly, brushing every last invisible, non-existent crumb. As Bridget walke...

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