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Naomi P

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Mar, 2023

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The TV Room

Weekly Contest #346

tw: brief depictions of abuse & death My room is filled with TVs. I focus on the screen in front of me. New York City, 9:00 AM, reads a little line of text in the top right corner. I tap the screen with my fingers, and it zooms in, clearly showing crowds of people clogging the streets. There. I hone in on a group of friends my age. They are laughing together and occasionally shoving each other. Curious, I lean forward. They’re making hard physical contact, but they’re still laughing. It must be some type of play. I listen closer. They’r...

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Diary of a Cat

tw: implied animal abuse For Christmas that year, I received a human. They walked in and looked at me for a while, surely gazing at me with disgust. Then they left and came back again, and when they let me out, I tried my best to avoid them. They put me in a little box with bars, and the box started moving! I didn’t like that very much, so I yelled and yelled until they finally let me out. I was in an enormous room, way bigger than before. There were lots of shiny things on the wall, and there was a tree with more shiny things. I decided I ...

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Dear Yuri

Weekly Contest #302

TW: references to violence and alcohol ────୨ৎ──── Dear Yuri, This isn’t my first draft of this letter. Or the second. Or the third. But eventually, I found a way to convey the deep pool of my feelings, even if it’s only a dip in shallow waters. To be honest, I don’t know why I’m writing this. I don’t know where I would mail it to, or if you would be able to read it, or even where you are right now. In the end, I think I’m writing this letter more for myself. It’s healthy to get all your feelings out on paper, I’ve heard. I vividly remember o...

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The Magician

Weekly Contest #207

  March 17th            Blackrock Penitentiary for Magic Users “Any last words?” asks the officer, roughly pushing Aster Ralin toward the guillotine.  Aster nods and begins to speak. *** My name is Aster Ralin. I am twenty-two years old.  I am going to die. I know you’re confused. How could I, the man who made countless people smile with his parlor tricks, be killed by the guillotine? All will be revealed.  Listen well. What you are about to hear will change ...

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The Black Dog

The dog sat at the foot of one of the many crooked trees that gave the Tilted Forest its name. He stood, disturbing the thick fog that hung over the forest and prevented sunlight from reaching the forest floor. He took a few steps forward, leaves crunching under his paws. He lifted his head, his black fur bristling slightly. There were people here. The dog ran through the packed trees, moving in and out of them with ease. He stopped at a twisted tree by a large clearing, the shadows that made up his being dancing and flic...

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Sorgett

CW: death, mention of alcohol/drunkenness, attempted violence The other kids I babysat had imaginary friends like winged cats or blue penguins, but my latest client’s daughter Beth’s was much stranger. Beth Bately was five years old and had dark shoulder-length brown hair and huge blue eyes. She was very creative and was always sitting on the floor drawing on whatever paper she could find or telling me stories about the dog or a roly-poly she had found outside, stuff like that. She also liked to watch TV with me. I would usually turn on P...

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The Dog Statue

Weekly Contest #204

CW: mentions of pet death, physical violence/harm, bloodIt may have been a 10-inch tall porcelain statue, but it meant everything to Jack and his family. It was white, shaped like a dog, and decorated with tiny painted pink and purple flowers that circled its neck like a collar. Its eyes were painted black and seemed to be alive, watching over the family with benevolence.It had been given to the family after their dog, Buster, had died in his sleep one night. Ever since then, the statue had become their most prized possession.Jack was dreami...

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The Blackstone Creek Vampire

Emily knew that spending time at Blackstone Creek Summer Camp would be a nightmare.Summer was supposed to be a time of relaxation, new opportunities, and new relationships. This summer was supposed to be the time she asked out Kate, the cute girl she'd crushed on for years. Now, as she was pushed into the car along with her bags, she realized that she was doomed to a week of dumb kids' activities and cheesy campfire songs. It was the worst thing she could imagine."Are you excited, Em?" asked her mother, starting the car and looking over her ...

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Verus

Weekly Contest #191

Content Warning: self-harm, insanity, mentions of abuse/harm, and death Fluffy and her sister Penelope entered the florist shop. Flowers were everywhere: on the shelves, hanging from the ceiling, and laid out in rows on the floor. The whole building smelled sweet. There were many different kinds of flowers in the shop, but the cats needed only one. In Catonia, flowers were everything. Red roses symbolized love and hyacinths were an apology. Petunias, however, symbolized hatred. The anger they contained could destroy you. When Fluffy and Pene...

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