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Graceland Mae

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jul, 2025

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The Orchard's Language

Submitted to Contest #313

The orchard wasn’t theirs. It had never been. The fences were splintered, peeling white like old scabs, and the signs were long gone, rotted out and swinging by a single nail. But the girls had stopped noticing those details. They’d slipped past that place between trespass and belonging, like a cherry pit spat into high grass.They were girls the way fireflies were girls—just barely, flickering, in motion. The air that summer was honey-thick and humming with cicadas, and the sun seemed to hang a little longer than usual, bloated and slow, lik...

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The Deity's Lover Informs of Mortal Breath

Submitted to Contest #312

“You don’t have to understand it all at once. Stories—they aren’t just facts or dates or beginnings and endings.”“I’ve seen infinite moments. I can fold time. Why does the telling matter?”“Because a story isn’t the moments. It’s the breath between them. It’s the space where you hesitate, where you choose what to say, and how.”“You mean the choices humans make … the mistakes, the hesitations?”“Yes, but more than mistakes. It’s the trembling hope in your voice when you start. The quiet that holds the whole room still before you speak. That’s a...

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Girls of the Lotus Pond

Submitted to Contest #312

Content Note: some readers may feel unnerved by the themes of vague body horror. The afternoon slid over the earth like honey left too long on the stove, thick and slow and smouldering, sugar turning to smoke. It was the kind of heat that made time crawl sideways. Cicadas stitched the air together with silver wire, and the koi pond in Eleanor's backyard exhaled steam like a fever dream, each breath damp with rot and rosewater.It was July and everything was wet: the grass, their skin, the sun-glossed petals of ivory lilies bloated on the surf...

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