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Lauren Kawamoto

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jun, 2023

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A Coke for an MV

The bell clanged against the door harshly and discordantly rather than with its usual sweet tinkle. With the abrupt sound also came a jerk of movement from the counter; twenty-something MY NAME IS ___, the primary cashier of Lawson Mini Mart for all of four months. Her stint as the convenience store’s four-to-nine caretaker had, for the most part, been an uneventful one; she kept the back area tidy, she would make her rounds throughout the tiny store to restock or just let her eyes relax across package labels and bright colors, and she ofte...

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Through the Lens, Redemption

Hope was a false thing.   She’d truly believed that returning would make the loss less of a gaping hole where her liveliness and innocence had once resided. Before the war, the words coming home had meant safety, a place where she could curl up with her mother or chase down her siblings in glee. But now, coming home meant nothing. She was a shell carved of meat and flicked to the ground to hollow out in the sun.  Her feet had taken her deep through the forested English countryside, forging past broken branches and worn ravines...

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The Boy on the Edge of the World

Can you hear that? It’s the sound of the world flying to you. Let it come… So were the words that burned in the recesses of his mind as his eyes - dark-lashed, tired, wondering - slowly blinked away the crust rimming his lids and absorbed the expanse of the black, black sky above him. Limbs were nothing. The taste of iron on his listless tongue was nothing. The smell of dark, clear pine - nothing. He barely registered the weight of his own body; for all he knew, his skin could be translucent, his muscle malleable, or his blood drained from...

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Pedestrian Life

In a pedestrian life, the wide expanse of the sky is a brewing jumble of gray; charcoal, ashy, pewter, slate, smoke, iron - all tumbling into the unknown to form undistinguishable clouds and puffs of in-between monochrome that cast a gloomy pallor over porcelain, rosy, golden-brown, or deep mahogany complexions shrouded by ever-present smog and a growing sense of what-could-have-been. In a pedestrian life, the tumbling streets are sticky with ash, smoke-tasting grit, sweetly rotting contents of days-old trash bags, and black patches of chewe...

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A Deep Discussion

Coal-black panels of shadow and ruby-red stripes of firelight flickered against the planes of The Scholar’s gaunt face, pale as a result of many years spent hunched in dusty, sun-sheltered libraries, flipping through thick, heavy tomes and scouring pages upon pages of ancient texts. A golden spark popped and sizzled as it jumped from the crumbling, blackened logs and skittered across the floor. With the toe of his boot, The Scholar ground the spark into the floor, leaving only a small starburst of charred powder upon the pristine marble.&nbs...

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I'm......You

The woman sitting in front of a computer tab with an empty Google Docs page, the cursor constantly blinking away, does not look like an illustrious young author. Thin, dark hair tightly pulled back into a bun, therefore accentuating her sharply planed face, straight nose beaded with frustrated perspiration, and wearing a gray, ragged cardigan over a black dress, she seems more of a post-funeral attendant with an inclination for staring at a screen for two hours straight. “Miss Capponi?”The wonderful, thready smell of rich velvet wine dr...

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Strangest Girl I Ever Saw

Weekly Contest #204

STRANGEST GIRL I EVER SAW SOMEWHERE IN THE OHIUS PLAINS CRACK flies the bullet, BOOM thunders the horse’s hooves, and SMASH comes the sound of shattering pride.  He howls and howls and howls, a terrible noise that could suck up all of the world’s despair if given the chance as he topples from his stallion, hands flying to the new crater in his leg. Courtesy of the rider still galloping at full tilt towards him.  “No!” he screams, raising a bloody hand toward his assailant in a useless plea. “I already gave you everything!” W...

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From One Leader to Another

Weekly Contest #202

FROM ONE LEADER TO ANOTHER Alina Stewart stood over her best friend's crumpled body as the clock behind her ticked quietly. Her hands were outstretched in front of her as if trying to grab something in the distance. A drop of blood rolled off of her finger, hitting the floor with a splash. Despite footsteps down the hallway, she didn't flinch, fighting the rising hysterical chuckle bubbling in her throat. She’d done it.  The laugh escaped her until she was a mad woman laughing in the dark.  TWO MONTHS AGO “You look wrung o...

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