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Megan Kullman

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Apr, 2023

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The Lonely Elf

Weekly Contest #363

Kalinin, River Hamlet12th of Winter Season, 1266The tall figure stumbles drunkenly through the street, the long trail of his black cloak dragging over the muddy ice and slush strewn streets. He carries an empty glass bottle in one tight fist and reeks of alcohol and pond water. Villagers part around him as if he were a shark in the water and they the timid sardines. He's looking for a place to rest or perhaps another drink. Before he sighs and collapses into a stinking pile of hay, someone caught a glimpse of his face, if only for a moment, ...

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The Wall

Weekly Contest #348

Your heart is beating like a freight train in your chest. Endless rolling of steel wheels over an uneven track over and over again, the noise deafening you until you can’t hear anything else. There is you. And there is the massive brick wall in front of you. It is built impossibly high, so high that the time-weathered rust-red bricks seem to stretch endlessly into the cloudless sky above you. The wall stretches out to the left and the right of you, so far in either direction that you could walk for a hundred years and never reach the end. ...

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Step On Me

Weekly Contest #347

I am laying on a scratchy threadbare rug. I can feel the fibers shift under me as another tear rolls down my puffy red cheeks. I think my friends bought it at a thrift store; they liked the blend of red and yellow fabric. Like a tangerine sunset. Someone opens a cabinet in the kitchen above me. White string lights dot the ceiling like so many stars, strung together with silver wire. A tall scarecrow like lamp looms over me, it’s one yellow eye piercing through me as another sob finds its way into my throat. Through the big smudgy living roo...

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The Butterfly And The Pirate

Weekly Contest #342

The first day I met Rue Fuller I hated her. We were sitting in our senior year biology class at Storm Coast Tech and she walked in late, a mess of brown curls and crooked glasses. She was eating, of all things, cookie pops cereal. Straight out of the box with her hands, like a child. She sat down in the only empty seat as the professor lectured on, which just so happened to be the chair next to mine. She smelled like apple conditioner and cookie pops, and I watched as she scattered her books and pens across the shared table. Then...

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Echoes in Shadows

Weekly Contest #335

Luna had only been on the run for two weeks when her life changed forever, and it was all thanks to an accordion and a thunderstorm. If she was being honest with herself, Luna was tired of eating dumpster sweets and moldy bread crusts to survive. But she would endure it, if it meant she never had to back to where she came from. Luna had left home in the dead of night. The old shack in Wrothage where she had grown up had never really felt like home anyway, and Sigrun certainly had never felt like her mother. At least not in the ways that coun...

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Baked Beans

Weekly Contest #333

I was famished. I was so incredibly hungry that my stomach felt like it had been flipped inside out. My head hammered with pain as I hunched over the toilet for the third time that morning, retching my stomach out. I realized I needed to eat something or I might just waste away entirely. If I had known three months ago how difficult pregnancy would be, I wouldn’t have wanted to have this baby. Jaden, sweet husband of mine, knocked gently on the bathroom door when he heard me throwing up again. “Izzy?” He called, and e...

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The Botanist and the Chemist

Weekly Contest #329

Three hundred years ago, on a dark and stormy night in the great continent of Tribuna, there was a terrible war between its three kingdoms, known as Tihothia, Uesh, and Hiclaie. Each kingdom was wealthy with its own natural riches. Tihothia was known for its diamonds and precious gemstones, Uesh was known for its exotic fruits and spices, and Hiclaie was known for its iron and cooper exports. But the great and terrible King Paletooth of Hiclaie grew jealous of Tihothia’s wealth. Consumed by greed, he sent his armies to invade the Tihothians....

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The Truth About Chuckles

Weekly Contest #316

The truth about Chuckles was that he hated being a clown. He had taken the job because he had needed one, and Clown Co. was hiring. Why not? He thought, it’ll be fun for a time. But sometime within the years of birthday parties and balloon animals Chuckles realized his mistake. He was a very sad clown. When Chuckles was a little boy, he had dreamed of becoming a superhero. The movies and tv shows portrayed muscular, handsome heroes who got the girl and always saved the day. Chuckles still dreamed of flying with a cape like Superman or saving...

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The Mysterious Well

Weekly Contest #307

Winter in Alabama somewhere. “C’mon Anna, it’s not safe!” Lana whined, pulling her thin coat tighter around her bony shoulders. The winter wind whipped as she stood on the back porch of her family's home, begging her twin sister to come inside. Winter had been especially hard for the Greenleaf family this year. They had spent the whole year working hard in their family's fruit orchard. Harvesting, seeding, and planting all year until they had sold every last piece of fruit. It was backbreaking work for the twins, but their mother assured th...

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Heyama City

Weekly Contest #303

In Heyama, they say no one has ever seen the ground. The real ground.Heyama City was a sprawling, towering concrete jungle of a city with fingering, tunneled labyrinths for roads that stretched in every direction. The city builders over the years kept building new buildings on top of old ones, burying forgotten architecture under new bright and shiny neon signs. They say no one alive has ever seen the ground, if it even still existed beneath layered foundations of parking decks, service tunnels, and chain fast food restaurants. The dark, fil...

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Wizard Owl's Perfect Day

Weekly Contest #301

Wizard Owl controlled the weather. He had for many centuries and would for many centuries to come. He was as wise as the old trees in the forest and as silent as the wind that shook their leaves. His big brown eyes missed little, and his speckled white feathers reflected his age as well as his wisdom. Many forest creatures would come to Wizard Owl for advice or for guidance.Please, old wise Mr. Owl, make it rain. Please, old wise Mr. Owl, we haven’t seen the sun in days! Make the rain stop!Please, old wise Mr. Owl, the river is overflowing! ...

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The Work Retreat

Weekly Contest #300

Tove had been looking forward to the work retreat all month. Three days and two nights in the North Carolina mountains was just what she needed. Nothing but the sounds of birds and forest creatures cradling her to sleep. No bustling city life, no screeching sirens or teed-off neighbors. Nothing but warm smores over a campfire and fresh green grass between her toes. The mountains were her favorite place on Earth. “Ready to go, Tove?” Randy, her co-editor for Yellow News Magazine and current best friend, pulled her out of her day ...

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Witch's Regret

Weekly Contest #268

Halloween night. Both the best and worst time of the year for Leona Van Yodel. Being a witch had its downsides, and it's perks. For starters, Leona hadn't always been a witch. It all began one fateful night two hundred years ago to this very night. Leona was an only child, raised by her mother and father in a small village in what we now know to be Massachusetts. In those days, it was something else entirely. A storm was brewing on the horizon this night, and the village priest had warned the villagers not to leave their homes this night. ...

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Teeth of Determination

Weekly Contest #267

If there was a time to get stuck in traffic, it had to be now. Mary Clare clutched the steering wheel tighter and eased her foot off the brakes, inching ever closer to the stopped car in front of her.            “This is the highway,” she grumbled. “We’re supposed to be going fast, that’s the whole point!”            To make matters worse, a storm was gathering. It was summertime in Florida, and there was always a storm on the horizo...

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The Bear's Favor

Home. The Blue Ridge Mountains, sprawling evergreen hills, and cotton candy sunsets. The land of possibility, adventure, and bears. My grandmother was born and raised in Appalachia, and if there ever was a country woman it was her. My three sisters and I were raised by our grandmother and spent our days hunting for crawdads in the creek or making dandelion soup out of weeds. My upbringing nourished my sense of adventure and my thirst for something new.            The Appalachian Trail h...

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