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Ethan Zimmerman

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jan, 2023

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Because She No Longer Speaks to Her Son

Weekly Contest #376

She was in the living room when she heard the noise. She’d just sat next to her dog Moose, who was fast asleep in the center of the sofa, where he always slept. “Did you hear that?” she asked him. He parted his eyelids for the time it takes a flea to hop onto his coat and went back to sleep. He had heard the noise too. The couch was a red crushed-velvet one, given to her by her neighbor, who was moving and couldn’t take it with her. It was overstuffed and gave the already small room an even smaller feel, especially when combined with the mat...

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The Brown Corduroy Pants

Weekly Contest #334

There weren't many options for a lonely trans man to find a date in a small town, so once upon a time, Locke decided to add himself to the dating app Venus. He'd chosen his favorite photo of himself, sporting a lemon-colored shirt with the rays of the sun shining on his curly yellow hair. He was surprised when three women immediately swiped him to the right. He pulled up the avatar of the first girl. Screenname: Damselkittie34. A pretty girl, listed as straight and less than a mile away. The second girl, screenname: P/layer/, listed as bi, w...

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Seven Letters From Camp Conversion

Weekly Contest #294

Mom: I cannot believe you and Dad sent me away to this crappy summer camp. I hate it here. All the food tastes the same and the girls are taller and prettier than me. They make fun of my braces and my shoes. The leaders gave us a bible, and every day, we have to memorize a bunch of it. We have to sit in a circle every morning and tell the group why we love Jesus. I don't know why I am supposed to love him, even though he seems nice. I am supposed to pray and ask him to save me from my sins. But I don't even know what sins I have committed. T...

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Poor Shirley has a Very Bad Christmas

Weekly Contest #281

I was walking home from the playground at school when it happened. My friends and I had stayed late to play tag. I was ten years old. It was mid-January and the coldest day of the year. A recent snowfall and a sunny morning left a sheet of black ice on all the sidewalks. Darkness began to fall. Eager to make it home before my mother got mad, I ran down the stairs next to the playground, hit a patch of ice and fell to the ground with all the force of a falling tree. I lay there for a few moments, unable to move and attempting to assess my sit...

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The Bookshelf

Weekly Contest #264

I had no idea what to write for the most recent Reedsy prompt. I chose the one I liked the best out of five, and even this one did nothing to move me into action. I honestly don't know what's wrong with me. I do not know what to write. I went to the kitchen and heated up some rice and some kale and added some soy sauce to it, hoping that would help. I went back to my office and sat down and still nothing. I finished eating and washed it all down with some water out of the white Yeti bottle that was a gift from a friend. Every time I drink o...

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And So it Goes, A Gossip Column for Our Times

Weekly Contest #254

And So it Goes, A Gossip Column for Our Times Most gentle and kind and hospitable reader: if you would like to know who fell into the arms of a most willing stranger, continue to read to the end of this column, in which I will divulge to you the secret of the century. Until then, and while we sit together holding hands, bating our breath and clinging to each other like school children surprised by the late bell ringing while we pass through the gate, try to surmise, if you can, the latest glistening golden gossip. Alas, I have overcorrecte...

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This is the Hardest Part

Weekly Contest #253

It is bitter at first. Then, the bitterness is replaced by a sudden rush of sweetness. Then there is nothing at all but saliva, and my tongue rolling over my teeth, left and right and then right and left and then… You sit down on the other end of the couch. You aren't looking at me or at the television, which is not on, or at the dog, who is sleeping between us and the table. I can see the reflection in the television of you and the dog sitting next to me. You aren't looking anywhere that I can see. I can't open my mouth to say anything beca...

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Track and Field Theory

Weekly Contest #235

Track and Field Theory At the 3.14159265359 mile mark of my run, I began to limp and had to stop. I thought I must have a foreign particle in my shoe, so I stopped and leaned on an electromagnetic post. I removed my right shoe, touching the toe of my sock-covered foot to the pavement. I inspected the sole and the shoe's inside; nothing was detectable. Then I heard a big bang. The theoretical physicist Lisa Randall tapped me on the shoulder. Her long, blonde hair framed her face, the mass on the right side weightier than the left. She had ...

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The Lop-it-off-a-me List

Winner of Weekly Contest #230 🏆

The Lop-it-off-a-me List Count money in the envelope one more time. Make sure Marcel has his itinerary. Ask Alex if she will come by to feed Odin. Buy extra cat food and litter so Alex doesn't have to. Give her the spare key next time I see her. Kiss Odin and tell her she is the best cat in the world, even if she has always been destructive like her namesake. Fill out the final paperwork and mail it to the surgeon. Go to the post office on Tenth Avenue and put a stop mail hold in place. Stop worrying about the pain. Stop thinking a...

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Qanak

Weekly Contest #227

Qanuk My father was Inuit. He said he could smell the snow before it came. He would lift his nose toward the sky and inhale and say, No Qanuk's tonight. In the morning - maybe. When he was a boy, his toes froze inside his boots, and three of them had to be removed. He remembers holding them in his hand as brittle frigid bricks. When I was young he tried to teach me to smell the snow coming, but it was never something I could master. Sometimes, I could come close. My sense of snow comes more from the things I see. First, the pallet of the ...

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Ping

Weekly Contest #208

At a garage sale recently, I saw a box of old Barbie dolls. There were half a dozen dolls in a box, and they reminded me of a time before I transitioned when I was still a girl. My best friend, Mikey, has brought over his newest toy, a slingshot made by the Wham-O slingshot company. He is super proud of it, as his parents don't buy him many new toys. He rushed over to show it to me right away. The handle is made of wood and has black rubber around it so that when you grip it tightly, it won't slip out of your hand. The last thing you want ...

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Up the River Styx Without a Paddle, by Way of a White Cat

Weekly Contest #187

He showed up before sunup to escort me to the gas chamber. Who am I? I’m Carmine, Two-face Ciccone. Prisoner number 8318139. Scheduled date of execution tomorrow, June 1st, at midnight o one. Stay of execution status: denied. Current situation since Charon showed up: fucked. He only appears on your legitimate last day. He wouldn't show if you were awarded a stay, only if it was a for sure thing. It was like he knew. According to prison lore, Charon will be with me for less than 24 hours. He had done this sort of thing for God knows how lo...

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Inner Dark

Weekly Contest #186

Good morning. I'd like to pick up where we left off during our last session. Could we go back to the line you wrote when you said you thought suicide might be an option for you. What about it? Do you think about suicide often? Well, that wasn't really me writing that, was it? I think it was you. You admit to being the author. Your name is on the cover. I don't think anyone, least of all you, can deny that you wrote the sentence. I've written a lot of sentences, friend. You, more than most, should know that. No one is disputing that. Wh...

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Leanne's Life in a Box

When we rolled up the storage unit door, several dozen boxes fell out. And then some more and some more until we felt as though we were standing in front of a cardboard avalanche. We both took a big sigh and began to stack the fallen boxes outside the door. What mostly fell out of the boxes were household objects: candle holders, wine stoppers, Tupperware, and the odd stuffed animal. Once we cleared the boxes, it became more obvious. Our sister had lived here for years. The fallen boxes revealed a small foam mattress in the center of the u...

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The Frame Advances

I pick up the grey viewfinder and click through the images. I am eight years old. I pretend the people I see have been made miniature, by magic, to fit inside the plastic box. The photos I am currently clicking through were from a family trip to Yellowstone when I was six. In the photo are my mother, my father, my brother, and me. We are a happy family, on vacation, not a care in the world. The year is 1972. I click the button once more, and where my mother used to be in the image, she is now gone. I shake my head and try again. Click. Sh...

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