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Ly'Ric Braud

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Dec, 2020

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THE STONE I CARRY

Weekly Contest #351

The first thing Dr. Liora asked me was, “Why now?” Her voice was soft in that intentional way therapists speak, as if she were draping a thin blanket over something fragile, not to hide it, but to keep its shape long enough to understand it. I noticed her hands resting on her notepad with that effortless looseness that suggested she already knew I would unravel eventually. She was offering me the dignity of choosing when. Behind her, the window fogged from the heater’s warmth. The gray afternoon smeared itself across the glass like a waterco...

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The scent of Evergreen

Weekly Contest #339

Issac Hale was twelve years old when he learned that smells could lie.Lavender meant calm. Rosemary meant protection. Chamomile meant sleep. That was what his grandfather always said, at least. But Issac had learned that scents could hide things just as easily as they revealed them.He lived with his grandfather, Frank Hale, in Evergreen, a small mountain town thirty minutes outside Denver. Their house sat miles from the main road, wrapped in pine trees that creaked in the wind like they were whispering to one another. The town itself was q...

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The Gloomcoil’s Reckoning

Weekly Contest #337

Mist clung to Whisperwind Isle like a living veil, thick and glimmering with silver light, curling around cliffs, winding through forests, and pooling in the shallow rivers. Every leaf trembled under the weight of the fog, every ripple of water whispered unease, and the air itself seemed to hum with warning. Elowen crouched low on the mossy forest floor, fingertips pressing into the pulsing roots beneath her. Her breath came in ragged gasps, but she forced herself to listen to the rhythm of the island—the subtle heartbeat of life beneath the...

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Untold truths

“You are smart. You are strong. And you are wonderfully made.” Amelia whispers the words to her reflection, gripping the edge of the car’s rearview mirror like it’s a lifeline. The words feel heavier than they should, like a shield she’s forcing onto herself. She closes the mirror and inhales slowly, deliberately, willing her chest to rise and fall evenly. Her hands shake slightly. She’s been preparing for this moment for ten years, and yet now, as she sits in the quiet of her car, it feels impossible. Her gaze drifts. And her stomach drops....

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Long lost

Weekly Contest #335

Samantha was a forty‑one‑year‑old career woman, a loving wife, and the mother of six children. Her two oldest daughters, Sarah and Caitlyn, were born while she and her husband, Jeremiah, were still in college. But almost sixteen years ago, their lives shattered when the girls were kidnapped during a carjacking. Sarah was eight. Caitlyn was five.The trauma nearly destroyed them.For five years, Samantha and Jeremiah searched relentlessly, chasing leads, clinging to hope, and reliving the pain every single day—until they made the heartbreaking ...

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