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Maylee Roach

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Oct, 2025

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The Seer

Maylee Roach

[Contains impaling by sword]No one visited the island anymore. Not for a few centuries.I’m not sure if I miss the social interaction, or if I miss being remembered. Part of me wants to be known, but then again, one way or another, I’ll end up being exploited.People always begin with good intentions, but eventually they give way to darker motivations. Centuries ago, I would be approached by humble souls seeking knowledge, guidance, or assistance. Over time, well-meaning people gave way to malicious, scheming, and cold-hearted souls. It is an ...

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The Careful Brewing of Potions

Maylee Roach

[Mild cursing] “So…” the girl begins innocently. Oh shit, here comes another stupid question, I think, before the little twelve-year-old can have a chance to finish whatever she was saying. “You just mix some plants together, chant some Latin, and SHAZAM, it all comes together?”I sigh in exasperation. This goddamn thing will be the death of me. The cauldron bubbles angrily in agreement, wafting the beautiful harmony of good cooking throughout the cottage“For the last time, you infuriating pest,” I muster as much forgiveness into my voice as ...

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Sea Cliffs

Maylee Roach

[Warning: strong language used, death of family members, car accidents, cancer.]Everything is fragile, temporary.I can’t measure it. I can’t even begin to explain it. It rips my heart in two.The clock on the mantle changes, harsh red light reading 4:03. I sigh, the sound of a final exhale.I can’t sleep anymore, I know that. I have a million words to tell you how hard it is to close my eyes, to drift away into blissful reprieve. All I can do is close my eyes and pretend to rest, stumbling between awake and unconscious.When I fruitlessly grasp...

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