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Nina Marie

Author on Reedsy Prompts since May, 2025

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My New Head

Weekly Contest #319

CW: Gore I spare no one the spectacle of looking at my “face” or the risk of losing their eyesight from the terror. If you’re really ugly, your grotesqueness can produce toxins with enough potency to melt off other people’s eyes. The transmission is silent, immediate, and indiscriminate.My research is informal. It’s only what I’ve gathered from the pointing and staring and children screaming and cars crashing upon seeing me. Ugliness mercilessly vacuums the air out of any environment. It triggers people’s fight-or-flight, and assassinates th...

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On Asexuality

Weekly Contest #309

I always saw it as the whole of humanity participating in this sacred set of rituals without me. A party I was never invited to, but tried desperately to peer into while hidden in a bush.To them, it's normal. To me, it's an exclusive cult. I see it only from my periphery; anytime I try to view it head-on, it vanishes.What's so good about it, anyways? I doubt any fleeting sensation of pleasure could ever override the ridiculousness in the faces, the smells, the noises... I don't want anyone on top of or inside of or under or over me.There's a...

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bed

Weekly Contest #307

It was the dead of night. I couldn’t see anything, and I was trashed, so it took me a while to get the key in. Our house was above average just like all the other homes in our wealthy suburb. When I finally got the key in, the inside was just as dark. I didn’t know where I was stumbling, and then I felt this huge bulbous object against my arm. I knocked it over and an explosion of dust encroached me and all the marbled floor tiles around me. Fuck. Dad’s urn, again.On came the lights. I could feel my mother angrily stomping her way down the s...

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The Moth

Weekly Contest #302

I don’t understand; what inherently makes me more entitled to living than the moth I just killed? Alone with it now in the dimmed silence of my empty apartment, I feel the makings of a spiritual dilemma all but stirring within me. I quietly resign myself to the inevitable process, bidding myself farewell. Why did I do it? Did I need to? I sink to my knees, centimeters away from the insect strewn now across my rotten wood floors. Now that it’s not buzzing all around in its dizzying quickness I take a good look at it. I realize, I’ve never ...

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