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Eli Simpson

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jan, 2026

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Two for Two

Weekly Contest #342

Alex lounged on the balcony of his second-floor apartment. A bit of sun slipped past the patio umbrella he’d zip-tied to one of the wooden posts, and, for the fourth time that day, he scooted away from the strip of light. A breeze played with the electric green curls on his head and tickled the dark curls of hair on his chest. He reached for the vodka-lemonade. The glass was cold and slick with condensation. Goosebumps erupted on his arm as he brought it to his lips to take a long sip. It settled in his stomach, made him feel floaty. He set ...

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Found Objects

"Browning grasses seem to blow in a wind from the distant, angry storm. A white stallion rears, the man in a white, blue, and red soldier's uniform pointing his saber straight in the air. An act of charge, one could say. His pasty face is locked in a look of triumph and perhaps rage, eyes bright, cruel smile on his upturned lips, brown hair, nearly the same shade as the grasses, wild beneath a tricorn hat. On the right side of the painting, near the edge, almost, the soldier's footed cohort is a jumbled mass of color that rushes forward."Jac...

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Melissa, Warrior Mom

One day, I couldn’t fake it anymore. I had enough of plastered-on smiles by kids who had just been throwing tantrums. Couldn’t stand the amount of cleaning I had to do every single day just so the house looked immaculate in photos. I was done. I logged out of my blog, Happy Home with Melissa Henderson. Opened a new account: Mommy Blog: The Terrifying Truths.My first post about the dishes.“March 3, 20-- “Picture: Dishes piled high in the sink.“I’m so tired of all the blogs on here that present perfect homes. They don’t talk about the stress. ...

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Low Stakes

My leg was bouncing so quickly you could hear the soles of my black Vans and the wooden floor squawking in protest. I wondered if I looked alright for a—what had he called it?—“low stakes first date,” whatever that meant. I was wearing a short-sleeved button-up, with green and yellow flowers on a white background, and a pair of black jeans. I’d left my hair messy; said he thought it was adorable at the club the other night. I picked up the small glass of water on the table and gulped it down.Most first dates were dinner. Restaurants. Alcohol...

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Snowfall

Weekly Contest #339

Have you ever watched the sky as the clouds roll over the world like a gentle blanket? Been there the moment the rain that's been softly drizzling turns into a cascade of white powder, and a certain quietude settles into the air? Bare tree branches still, waves on a lake shore that pounded before seem to whimper like puppies? I remember the day I finally stopped and took notice of it. It was a Wednesday, early in the morning, and I was out for a walk, stretching my legs after sleeping curled up tightly on my couch. I'd fallen asleep binging ...

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