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Makayla A

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jan, 2025

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This Isn't Over

The sun shined above. I filled up a bucket of water and added soap. I dropped the dry sponge into it before picking it up and squeezing it. I use it to scrub the surface before me. The soapy water spread amongst the car. I noticed the trim was peeling off. I need to repaint it soon. Music played lightly in the background. With no warning the day grew cold and windy. Someone whistled behind, stark and deep. A song I knew well but couldn’t place. I recognized the whistling, but I had no idea who it could be. “I’ve been looking for you,” a voic...

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Heavy Words

Words,Such little things.Yet worlds they bring.Positive or negative, a gentle spark,They carry light or cloak the dark.​Negative Words.Descend like rain,They settle on my shoulders,Cold and dense as winter’s stone,Darkness comes; I am alone.Lies are stuck within my chest,Heavy words I can’t digest.Here they linger, rough and loud,Gravel words I choke and shroud.Each word a weight upon my heart,Pressing in, they pull apartThe pieces fragile, sharp, and stark,Splintered edges in the dark.I am glass—so quick to break,Shattered by the words they...

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The Day at Golgotha

Weekly Contest #344

I’ve made a mistake. A robbery that went wrong. You see, my brother and I took many riches from our master. We were supposed to give it to our families. As we were stealing right under our master’s noses, I remembered a commandment. Thou shalt not steal. Would Adonai punish me for doing this? My brother did not listen to reason. We were caught. Our master killed my brother Haim, right before me. I dropped the coins and allowed them to fall to the floor. “Why, you dirty, Jews!” The new rug is now stained with his blood. I put my hands up in f...

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Broken Homes

Weekly Contest #341

The house's exterior was neat and clean. The porch swing tipped back and forth without a creak. All my good memories seem to have lined up beautifully out here. I turned to the garden, I remember planting the flowers with my mother. My dog, Lucky, loved the garden too. Me and him would sit there for hours watching the little bugs. I look up to the oak tree beside it. It stands strong. A little tire swing is wrapped around one of its branches. My little sister and I used to play here all day long. I remember our backyard. The fence kept it en...

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Sorry to Interrupt...

Hi, I’m Casey, I’m eight years old. I like trucks and racecars. *Delete Hi, I’m Casey and I’m six years old. *Delete Hi, I’m Casey. I’m in 2nd grade. My mom is a nurse and my dad is a policeman. *Delete, Delete. Note: Casey is 7 years old. Hi, I’m Casey… Nope, rewrite. *Delete My name is Casey, I’m seven years old. You're probably wondering how I’m talking to you. Note: Breaking the fourth wall. I know it looks like words, but I’m actually talking. I can’t spell that well. *Backspace To give you a visual, I have short brown hair, I’m of aver...

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Hopeful Places

Weekly Contest #339

Our world was beautiful. We got married at 23. We met in college. I was studying to be a professional photographer, and she a nurse. We were so mismatched. The only thing binding us together was pure, utter love and our faith. We were going to make a difference. Sooner or later, we had children, Landon and Keira. Together we had survived the ups and downs that life had presented us with. Keira was the smartest kid in 5th grade. We had gotten Landon in preschool. I had a piece of my work in a gallery. She had gotten a new job, at a hospital t...

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Turning Pages

Weekly Contest #338

Jasmine wasn’t sure what to do with the book. Her friend simply gave it to her at work, out of the blue.“Have you met my best friend?” Yuri asked.“No, I don’t think I have.”Yuri was the type of person who was wild and chaotic, yet kind and optimistic. They were eating lunch when Yuri pulled out a small book and handed it to Jasmine. For a second, Jasmine’s heart thudded uncomfortably in her chest.“What’s it about?”“My best friend and his dad. Everything you need to know is in this book.”Jasmine simply stared at it. She put the little book in...

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In His Keeping

Weekly Contest #334

4/29/05 Sierra, my best friend, got this little journal for my birthday. I’m so excited for it. She said I talk so much so I should try writing it down for a change. I kinda like it. I’m going to decorate the top of it. Make it pretty. 5/1/05Jamie told me he loves me, he said he’d do anything for me. Isn’t he so romantic? 5/8/05I can’t believe this is happening. I don’t know what I'm gonna do. How can this be happening? This is not happening. No, no. It can’t be. 5/9/05Okay, it’s fine. I’m just going to tell mom, and everything will be okay....

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Forget None of This

I have given up on humanity. Everywhere I turn, I see evil. Lies reign over truth. People seek to use one another, all for selfish gain. Even a so-called “act of kindness” is rooted into pride and greed. We destroy ourselves. I wouldn’t be surprised if we accidentally wiped ourselves out, we seem to be doing that a lot with any other species. That’s why I’m giving up. Not one single person is good. Not a single soul. I’ve searched everywhere. For just one person, one person who was pure of heart. I guess that sort of person doesn’t exist. **...

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Blue Skies

Weekly Contest #330

From the very start, we’ve been locked in a wild, relentless rivalry. No surrender, no tears, just pure, glorious chaos. We’ve pushed, shoved, bitten, scratched—if it’s trouble, we’ve tried it. We crash into each other, fully charged, never holding back. Most people don’t get it, but that’s the sibling code. And for us, it’s double trouble—we’re twins. This is simply how we’ve always been.***Throughout our lives, we have always competed. I said my first word before her and was the first to get in trouble. She started dating first, but I marr...

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What the River Tells Us

Weekly Contest #324

I dip my hand in the river. The water continues its journey, unfazed by my presence. I try to scoop it up as if my hands were perfectly shaped. The sound of a branch breaking startles me. I turn around and find nothing. I dry my hand on my dress. Another footstep. I look up to a boy. He stared at me curiously. He stood on the other side, his hands in his pockets.​“What are you doing?” I asked.​His little green eyes stared back at me. I could tell he wanted to say something, but was unable to do it. He looked down at his feet and ran. I ran a...

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This Neverending Fight

Weekly Contest #319

I stood in the darkness. With a single step, the darkness created ripples as if water was underneath me. I heard my name being called out. I searched but found nobody, all I could hear was the ripples. I fell to my knees only to find my reflection staring back up at me and so I reached. My hand sinks deeper and deeper until my entire body falls in. I hold my breath until I find a light. I see the sunlight's reflection out across the top of the water. I tried to swim up, but the darkness tugs at my feet. A chill ran up my spine as I was force...

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Not the Whole Truth

Weekly Contest #316

Brian Semmerson was a good man. At least everyone thought so. But then came the uploaded video of him killing his wife. His world was turned upside down. Everyone turned up against him. The hero had fallen.***Brian and his wife, Joy were a good couple. They laughed and enjoyed each other’s company often. They were even expecting a baby in five months. Everyone supposed that Brian was a smart man, because no tensions between his wife ever arose. He had never been seen to go to the bar. If he was drinked, he went to a friend's house instead. H...

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A Mended Heart

Weekly Contest #311

Sensitive content includes substance abuse and physical abuse The first time I met him; I didn’t like him. His goofy smile was untrustworthy, but so was everyone else back then. I eventually warmed up to him and trusted him. He was my friend. A true one. He was kind, I didn’t know what that was like. Only it couldn’t last, we left once summer was over and I never saw him again.…I was raised mostly by my mom. My dad left her when I was barely a year old. Whenever I asked my mom, ‘why?’ She gave a different answer each time. Left for a younger...

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Standing Here Without You

Weekly Contest #285

Standing Here Without You The pain in my heart still feels like a thorn. It pierces in deeper as I think of him. A moment longer and my heart would bleed out, I don’t want it to. I’ve been numb these past couple of weeks and I want it to stay there. I don’t want any days without you by my side. I say you as we’re actually talking, yet it brings a shadow over me. It’s almost like a lie I tell myself every day or maybe I’ve just been forgotten. Thanksgiving was unbearable, I didn’t know how long I had you. Everyone moved on, our friends and fa...

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