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Leah Spell

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jun, 2022

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Weekly Contest #366

I'm flattered that you were worried for me, really. Did you honestly think I was 'taken'? I can see you shaking your head right now. Or maybe your hands are shaking because you thought I was dead. Ha! Surprise! I'm not leaving anytime soon. Please, don't feel guilty for leaving me in that burning laboratory. I don't hold that against you at all. You thought that it was the only way to get rid of an abomination, and I agreed. But now I've had some time to think about it. Not only did what we make not hurt people, but it helped them. Take that...

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The Golden Pocketwatch

Tick, tock. Tick, tock. Tick. Time is a funny thing. It feels as if I'm running late. The tick, tock of the clock sounds in time with my footsteps. The world isn't wild, the plants are dying, and I'm late. I'm late. Tick, tock. Tick, tock. Tick. I'm like a rabbit, my feet thudding against the ground. I need to be quick or else I'll be dead, like the flowers and the grass and the trees. There is nothing to crunch beneath my shoes, so they thud. And I'm already late. Tick, tock. Tick. Time runs fast, but not faster than me. It was quicker than...

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You Again

Weekly Contest #359

Today is the day I meet you again. I wake up the same as always, a little cold and a little sad to see the passing night go. I have to remind myself every time that the day will be just as good, that the rising sun will be enough warmth to chase away the freeze that comes with waking up alone. Today, my hair is combed back. I wear jeans and a collared shirt. My skin is tan, like it remembers spending many hours in the daylight. I smell like linen from the cold sheets I woke up in. I open the door of the house I've known for years and leave i...

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Rumor Has It

7:25 p.m. PST, May 27jenny4: Hi.lilybear: What's up?jenny4: I need to tell you something, but you can't tell anyone else. Okay?lilybear: ...That sounds ominous. Sure, why not? My lips are sealed.jenny4: It's just... I think I like someone else. Like, other than Dean. I'm not sure yet, though.lilybear: What?? But Dean is like, a movie star! How could you like anyone else? Everybody's jealous of you that you get to spend so much time with him.jenny4: I know, but it's getting old. He's never had a super interesting personality, you know? I don'...

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Home Is Where the Heart Is

I have always envied those with freedom.I am a part of a family with very little privacy. Everyone always knows everything about everyone else. We live in a little house on a cul de sac in Pennsylvania, all twelve of us.“Anna!” Grandma Ivette calls. “Dinner!” She and Grandpa Jorge were the first to move into our small space when they were evicted from their old apartment. Really, it was no surprise; they were both very old and loud, and Grandpa Jorge’s job at the nearest Chevron wasn’t enough to support them both. And so, the six of us turne...

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