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Deidra Whitt Lovegren

Author on Reedsy Prompts since May, 2020

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Marshmallow Wrapped In Barbed Wire

Shortlisted for Weekly Contest #65 ⭐️

Twenty five years in, she found herself a ghost. She stood unseen in the living room, stupidly holding a large bowl of homemade caramel corn. The noise from the widescreen television washed over her, the whistles and calls, the screaming of the fans, the roar of the crowd. The men in the room, overgrown and overfed, booed and hooted, depending on their agreement with the referees. Empty bottles of beer and depleted bags of chips lay pillaged. She sat the bowl down. Quick meaty hands dug to the bottom, shoved gooey warm caramel corn into half...

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Irrumator Praetor Matrem Suam

Shortlisted for Weekly Contest #52 ⭐️

In nómine Patris, et Fílii, et Spíritus Sancti. Amen. Things sound so much better in Latin, don’t they, Father Connolly? I guess that’s why my parents splurged on the whole two-hour deluxe wedding package. The TLM, baby! Total. Latin. Mass. I’m sure you would have been fabulous with the Gregorian chanting. Father, do you want a drink? I’m sure you have an extra glass or two in the rectory somewhere. I don’t need a glass. I’ll just drink out of the bottle. I can hide out here for a bit, right? Wait for things to calm down? It’s a fucking war...

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A Breakup in Five Acts

Shortlisted for Weekly Contest #47 ⭐️

Act I is the easiest part to write as you don’t even like him at first, unusual considering how hard and how fast you fall. On your first date, he asks what type of restaurant you prefer. Idiot, you think. We aren’t going to get into any place decent this late on a Saturday night without reservations. He asks you again, enumerating your options: Thai, French, Greek, Italian. You throw him a curve ball: Mediterranean. He smiles his salesman’s grin at you and drives directly to the Iron Gate Inn in Adams Morgan. You are shocked when, indeed, h...

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