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G.M. FERRA

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jan, 2026

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The Ranking

At 8:04 on Monday morning, the company dashboard informed Elena Vale that she was no longer its most influential woman. This was how civilization ended now: a cheerful notification in the upper-right corner of a laptop, arriving before she had finished her coffee. Congratulations to Mara Snow, our new #1 Voice at ValeNorth! There was a small gold crown beside Mara’s name. The crown had been her idea. Three years earlier, Elena had approved Mirror, an internal platform that measured “positive organizational influence.” It counted presentation...

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The Compliment

Weekly Contest #365

The rivalry began with a compliment. This was inconvenient because compliments are expected to behave themselves. They are meant to brighten a room, improve the recipient, and leave everyone else exactly as they were. “Elise has always had a way of making everything look easy,” someone said. Mara could no longer remember who said it. Over time, the voice had separated from the speaker and become part of the room itself. Everyone agreed. Elise lowered her eyes in the modest way of someone accustomed to being discussed favourably. She wore ...

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The Window

Weekly Contest #345

By the fourth winter of her marriage, Psyche realized she could no longer remember her husband’s face. It was not that she had never seen it. It was that the house would not allow it. The estate had been built before her birth, perhaps before her grandmother’s. The stone walls were thick enough to hold back storms from the western sea. Corridors turned at careful angles. Doors closed softly behind servants who never lingered long enough to be questioned. But the strangest feature was the light. The house had been designed that way. Darkness ...

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Fairest

Weekly Contest #344

The first time the mirror hesitates, she assumes it is dust. The glass is older than the kingdom. Older than her marriage. Older than the walls that hold it upright in its carved obsidian frame. It has never failed her. “Who is the fairest?” she asks. The question is ritual, not insecurity. Governance requires calibration. The mirror clouds. Then clears. Not with a face. With a corridor. Long. Narrow. Windowless. Doors line both sides. Closed. The image vanishes. Her reflection returns, crown aligned, expression composed, posture unbroken. “...

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