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Marisa Billions

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Feb, 2023

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First Kiss Last Kiss

Marisa Billions

Submitted to Contest #330

There’s no way to know that the last time you kiss someone that it’s going to be for the last time. There are two times you kiss someone that you will remember. The first kiss and the last kiss. Sometimes that one kiss is both the first and last. You know when it’s the first kiss. You know it because it’s momentous on some level. And if it’s not, chances are it’s the last kiss, too. But most of the time, aside from the first kiss, you never know for sure if that kiss is your last kiss. Once it sets in, that’s when you reach back into your me...

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The Absence of Her

Marisa Billions

Submitted to Contest #317

*This story contains suicide/self-harm/mental health* When you lose someone you care about, it leaves a massive hole in your heart and in your life. It’s not just in death, but also in divorce, or falling out with a friend… A loss is a loss. And it hurts. You are stuck dealing with that emptiness. Something extraordinary happens, and you want to call them to share the news. Something bad happens, and you want to run home and have them soothe you and tell you it’s going to be okay. But they aren’t there. You can’t call them. They removed them...

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The Recipe

Marisa Billions

Submitted to Contest #310

*This story contains murder, some sensitive language and implied abuse.* “What do you want for dinner tonight, babe?” Claire asked. It had been a long day at work and she was exhausted and starving. Jess looked at her blankly. “That’s always the question, isn’t it?” Jess had just returned from a weekend getaway with her best friend for a bachelorette party. She looked dog tired from a weekend of drinking and sunning and partying. “We can Door Dash?” “No. I want to have something homemade. I just spent three days eating out.” Jess was pou...

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As If We Never Met

Marisa Billions

Submitted to Contest #309

*This story contains adult language and situations. “Excuse me, but have we met before?” She’s standing too close to me. But she really doesn’t have a choice. The fundraiser is a “white party” for the re-election of the governor. The venue is a private members only club that I otherwise would never be in if it were not for this fundraiser. The dresses on the majority of the women cost more than my first car. The jewelry they are decked out in cost what I probably make in a year. But, I can’t complain because we are in good company- A-list ce...

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Intersection of Right and Wrong

Marisa Billions

Submitted to Contest #305

*Adult language contained in this story*Life is full of choices. You can look at them like intersections. If you make certain choices, you will be on a proverbial path. If you take a different choice, an unconventional one, turning left instead of right at that intersection in your life, you are now off the beaten path. Marching to the beat of your own drum. That’s never been me, though. I’ve always been the one who took the “right” path. Or so I was told. So I thought. So here I am not only at a literal intersection, I’m at a proverbial o...

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State of Death

Marisa Billions

Submitted to Contest #294

*This story contains gun violence, criminal behavior, coarse language* These are my seven minutes. I have seven minutes before my brain stops and there is nothing left within me.  There are several stages or states, if you will, of life. Birth, childhood, school years, adolescence. All of it leads to one though. Death. Some of us reach it earlier than others. Some of us reach it because we choose it. We may not even actually realize we chose it. But some of us do.  I didn’t realize it when I chose it. But here I am. After a s...

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A Night Out

Marisa Billions

Submitted to Contest #289

It’s 1:30 in the morning and the bass is hammering so hard I feel it beat in time with my heart. It could be my adrenaline.  No one sees me. I’m invisible to them.  I’ve always had the ability to make myself invisible. Most of my life was spent being invisible to others. It’s a hell of a super power right now.  The lights are flashing and the beautiful bodies of strangers are grinding against each other to music. It’s an odd mating ritual. I don’t understand it. You get dressed up, made up, and go writhe against a stranger in ...

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Choices

Marisa Billions

Submitted to Contest #249

(This story contains adult situations and language) My eyes fly open as the first rays of light break through the blinds in my bedroom. Wait? First rays of light? I should not be seeing this. I should have been up before those first rays of light. I sit upright, and someone is lying next to me. I’m single and live alone… I don’t even have a roommate. Who is this? I rub the sleepy grit from my eyes and look closer. She’s cute, whoever she is. I look from her to the clock on my bedside table. It reads 7:04 a.m.. I should have be...

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In a White Room

Marisa Billions

Submitted to Contest #247

I’m in a room. It’s a small room. If I was taller, and I stood in the center and spread my arms wide, I would almost be able to touch the walls. Oh, the stark white walls. Stark white, and plain. Nothing adorning them. Nothing to look at. The windows too high to reach or see out. The only furniture is a bed. And the bed is bolted to the floor stuck in place. Even the blankets are white  and so are the sheets and of course a white pillow. It’s like being stuck in a blizzard of boring.  I’m so bored.  The door is locked and I ca...

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Fun and Games

Marisa Billions

Submitted to Contest #246

(This story has a language warning, as well as mental health and violence) “You know what my daddy used to tell me?” Clara asked the pretty psychologist, Dr. Jayne Bennet, sitting across the table from her, in a room that could be best described as boring. White walls, a window that was so high up you couldn’t even look out of it, fluorescent lighting, white tile floors, and the table was metal, and the chairs and table were bolted to the floor to avoid the inevitable.  It was their second meeting, and Clara liked Dr. Bennet, probably t...

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Inheritance

Marisa Billions

Submitted to Contest #217

“...And to my favorite person in the world, my granddaughter, Aster Lynne Browning, I bequeath my home and all of its contents…” The elderly lawyer in a brown suit with a blue bow tie reads. I’m staring at his white stubble in contrast to his leathery wrinkled skin letting the words sink in.  The other family members in the room, donned in black, assembled here as vultures often do to pick over what is left, motivated by greed and gluttony, to see what more it is that they can get from our now dead matriarch, slowly either turn to loo...

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Nothing

Marisa Billions

Submitted to Contest #206

It’s dark and I can’t see.  That’s a lie.  I can see vague shapes. Outlines. Fuzzy out of focus details.  There’s a smell. Rot. Decay. Death.  Words, mumbled and garbled. “Sinner. Bitch. Useless. Bad, bad girl. You are nothing. Nothing,” repeated like a mantra. The voice is hoarse, sexless.  I keep moving. Stumbling. Feeling around in the dark. I can’t breathe. I don’t want to smell that smell. But it keeps getting stronger.  The voice is getting louder.  There is a dim light ahead. I move to ...

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Love Spell

Marisa Billions

Submitted to Contest #205

The moon is full and fat. They say it’s a supermoon tonight. When the moon is full it is a time for abundance and to bring what you want in. Bring a desire to fruition during a full moon.  The clearing is lush and the grass is soft. The smell of pine and earth fill the air. With the moon so full and fat and close, it’s almost as bright as daylight. Cicadas sing their songs in the surrounding trees and the breeze is soft and warm. Night creatures are stirring nearby in the woods as twigs snap and bats flutter past, and an owl makes a l...

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Incidental Costs

Marisa Billions

My dad often told me that if something sounds like it’s too good to be true, it often is.  “Come with me! Come on! I swear- it’s all free. Paid for by my firm. You just have to pack and get us to the airport on time!” Lex is looking at me- big eyes and a devil may care grin. If she wasn’t so damn cute, I would have flat out said no out of the gate.  Instead, I ask, “What’s the catch?”  “There isn’t one. I swear!” She pulls off her ball cap and runs a hand through spikey blonde tipped hair and winks at me.  I tight...

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Just My Type

Marisa Billions

Submitted to Contest #192

“Mom- let’s go into the antique road show over there!” Hunter grabbed his mother’s wrist and dragged her down the street to the warehouse where a mass of antique shop owners and dealers were tucked away just off the main drag of Old Town.  “Why?” Stella dragged herself behind them. It was their Sunday ritual- lunch and whatever after for just the two of them. Hunter loved antique shops and thrifting and estate sales. Stella was often just pulled along. She enjoyed the time with him, so it didn’t really matter to her. Hunter earned a d...

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