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Author on Reedsy Prompts since Dec, 2020

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Skinny jeans

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The stars have unfolded their truths for me- just for me. Just for me. For once, I wake up happy. A good night’s sleep decided to show themselves at my doorstep; I welcomed them in. For once, I actually feel like I’ve rested enough. Enough, meaning that I have enough energy to power through Mr Cally’s math class. No one needs to know calculus. Ever. So I stretch a bit in bed, because honestly, no one feels truly awake if they haven’t done that one oddly weird stretch that looks like an exorcism. Heading towards my mirror, I smooth out my hai...

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Doppelgänger

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Right. Up. Down. Flick. Swish. Run! What? Who? Left. Right. Left. Right. Up. Down. Smile. 15 words was all Liv needed to prepare herself in the morning. Her tasks for the day were simple. Find Polly Parker Kill Polly Parker Liv snapped her briefcase shut and walked out the door, ready to kill Polly Parker. --- "Yvonne, be a dear and hand me those files, please." Polly Parker had no idea what was about to hit her. It was an ordinary day in the office. Fax machines groaned and sticky notes creep on the windows like vines. "Don't stay too lat...

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Pants on fire

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Kerosene fumes waft in the air as his clothes soak it up. He closes his eyes and pulls out a set of matches. Without hesitating, he lights one up. "No, don't do this!" He ignores the cries of the people tied up in the room. The fuel drips from his shirt and down on his face. His shoes are also soaked, making him smell terrible. "Please," a woman whimpers. "Don't do this." Turning to them, he says, "I'll see you in hell." And he drops the match. --- 3 hours earlier "Jared, it's not what it looks like!" It's exactly what it looks like. "Save...

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Don't rest in peace

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Submitted to Contest #104

Late night on a Saturday, huddled in blankets, lights out. A warm cup of coffee on the table, the television blasting. It rains outside, the soothing click clack click clack of the raindrops hitting the skylight soothes me. My phone rings, disrupting my peace. "Heyyyyy," Jayla says, slurring her words. "I'm not coming." "Hahahahahaha- hey! Mark! Come say hi to Cassidy!" "Jay, no. Don't you dare bring Mark into this!" "Hey sister," Mark says, also slurring his words. "Don't come home too late," I say, rolling my eyes and flicking through chan...

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Grace

Jay -

Submitted to Contest #104

"Are you coming tonight?" Sarah asks. The voice message plays in my mind. Should I go tonight? Probably not. I really don't want to go to Sarah's Christmas party. Everyone will be there. Family, friends, neighbours, random people she met on the street- they'll all be there tonight. "Which is why you should go!" Sadie groans, cutting my rant off. "No, it's why I shouldn't go." I'm right, of course. "Wrong, it's why you should. It's a great way for you to come out." "Come out??" I say incredulous, "Sadie, are you out of your mind?" "You've bee...

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Probabilities

Jay -

Submitted to Contest #104

Tinder is shit. Absolutely terrible. I've tried so many dating apps, but none ever find a good match. It's usually just desperate men trying to find a good time. Disgusting. And women? Most are straight, and those who aren't are just looking for money. Honestly, what on earth would it take just to find a partner? Alright, I'll admit. I'm kind of a hypocrite in this situation, since I do have a fuck buddy. Her name is Anne. But it's all for fun. We've known each other for such a long time. When she came out to me as lesbian, I was really hap...

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Long lost

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Submitted to Contest #72

The station smells of coffee and lies. He’s certain that he’s caught the right person, for all the evidence points to the suspect. But there’s just a doubtful feeling at the back of his mind. He brushes it off. “So,” he begins, looking the killer in the eye, “start talking.” The killer stays silent. The detective is becoming impatient. “Look, every piece of evidence we have points to you,” he says. “And what exactly did I do?” the killer spits. “You killed a girl. And not just any girl. You killed the mayor’s daughter.” “I didn’t,” the kille...

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