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Jessica Higginbotham

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Dec, 2025

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Luna's Lunar Breakdown

Weekly Contest #354

Loneliness. It waxes and it wanes. I look around at all that I have. All of the moon is mine now. I had friends, but they turned into aliens. Since they have been gone, I howl at night, where it's always dark but somehow bright enough for me to see what I lost. From my sight, I've disassociated from earth, but I sometimes feel as if the stars aligned for this path. What seemed so big and all that mattered is now a spec in my eye. Now here I am, the true loner wolf who howls at the moon, day and night. Months go by. Why did I try to take my l...

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Take Care

Weekly Contest #348

Carol's mother had always been mentally unstable and needed someone to take care of her. "You're like the mother, and I'm like the daughter," her mother said when Carol was only a child. The pressure made her into a pearl. "You okay?" the elderly woman said, grabbing Carol's arm with cold, trembling fingers, pulling her out of her thoughts and back into the moment. "Yes, just thinking about my mother. I'm sorry, it's time to change your colostomy bag. Sit here." The pearl she had become trained her to care for others, and she did it with p...

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Kissing Cindy

Weekly Contest #334

TAUGHT YOUNG Happily ever after was never what she was chasing. Cindy’s stepmother made certain of that. Jealous of a child who still believed in rescue, she taught Cinderella early that princes were not saviors; they were opportunities. That love, once offered, became leverage, and in a kingdom built on power, leverage was everything. She was taught to break hearts the way others broke bread: deliberately, without apology, and always to survive. The woman who taught her to wield love as a weapon would later frame her as a sunset of darkness...

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An Unexpected Gift

Weekly Contest #331

The gift wasn’t wrapped in paper or tied with ribbon. It didn’t come in a box left on a doorstep or inside a card slipped under a door. It arrived quietly, like a breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding, released just in time. It wasn’t anonymous; I know exactly who sent it, but it was unexpected. A kindness from a higher power I had spent years pushing away. God, patient as ever, must have looked at me in all my stubbornness and said, “She’s still mine. Watch what I can do.”I’d spent a long stretch of my life running, numb, reckless, and c...

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