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Ne Kwan Perkins

Author on Reedsy Prompts since May, 2026

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Saltwater Spirits, Sugarcane Shadows

Weekly Contest #354

The first thing Marisol felt was the pulse—a thrumming, blood-red heartbeat of a feather resting upon her threshold. It did not merely lie there; it breathed, twitching against the humid press of the Loíza air as if nudged by the ghost of a restless child. As it rolled toward her bare skin, the world fractured. The grocery bag slipped, plantains striking the concrete like heavy, rhythmic drums, and the prayer left her lips in a ragged silver of breath: “Elegguá… si eres tú, basta ya.”She stood at the confluence of ghosts, where two ancient s...

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From the Front lines to the Front Porch: Memoir of a Matriarchal Soldier

Weekly Contest #354

The dirt of Fort Bragg is a jealous thing; it stains the soul with a rusted, iron-bound persistence that thirty-five years of rhythmic "left-right-left" cannot shake. My journey began in the crucible of the Corps—a foundation of tempered steel that carried me through the humid bayous of the Louisiana Guard and the steadfast, silent ranks of the Army Reserve. For three and a half decades, my pulse was regulated by the ticking clock of the standard and the rigid, uncompromising geometry of the formation. From the heavy, paternal mantle of the ...

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"Keeper of the Roots"

Weekly Contest #353

“Keeper of the Roots”Ms. Kwan PerkinsWord Count: 1909 Élise Noire was born at twilight when the Mississippi River rose higher than it had in years, swollen with light from the full moon and secrets. The midwife swore she heard the river call the baby’s name before her mother ever spoke it. Folks in Tremé said that meant something — a child claimed by water, a child the land itself would watch over. But Élise didn’t know any of that growing up. She only knew she felt things other people didn’t. The hum beneath her feet when she walked ba...

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