Menu

More apps built by Reedsy

Assemble a team of professionals

The writing app for authors

Writing courses, events and memberships

Get your book reviewed

Weekly writing prompts and contests

Menu
Prompts
Contests
Stories
Blog

Olivia Scates

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Mar, 2024

Stories
Comments
Library
1 Followers
0 Following

4 Stories

32 karma pts

?

How to Be Appeased

Weekly Contest #360

How to be Appeased You want to scream with your brother the lyrics of Don’t Stop Believing, or really any classic rock song on the radio station The Eagle, but instead you are sitting beside his best friend and tapping the steering wheel; possibly even thinking about your brother decomposing tightly within a coffin. You consider nudging Darren and asking if he would belt out some Journey with you, but it wouldn’t be the same. You only want to go back in time, when the car seats were less dusty and there weren’t melted Andes globs stained int...

0 likes 0 comments 0
Read story

Praying Mantis

Part One Translucent wings. Long, spindly bodies, nubby-looking legs. These parts, these Insects had been my only friends growing up. The endless number of hours I spent staring at the National Geographic Chanel on our T.V. should have been alarming to my parents. But they were workaholics, so the thought that their son could be a relatively stable psychopath never crossed their minds. I didn’t socialize or trade lunches with the other kids. I sought solace in nature, and in Christine Roberts who was, in all retrospect,...

0 likes 0 comments 0
Read story

The Rough-Hewn One

Weekly Contest #321

“Am I seeing an apparition?” Bob asked through eyes so almond-shaped that I thought he was constantly squinting. Wrinkles brought by age sure didn’t help, either.I swallowed the thick Louisiana air, eyes roaming the shelves for Milton’s Wheat Cereal. I wish I could say I was happy to see Bob. After all, there had been a time when I ran into the store and straight to the candy aisle, the gleaming boxes of licorice and gumdrops upright, like little soldiers. Now, my childhood memories are tainted with the inappropriate innuendos between my mom...

3 likes 0 comments 0
Read story

Exhibition

Weekly Contest #242

“You ready, kiddo?” Mickayla looked up at her dad, his hand poised to open the door. She was just sorting through her backpack that was laid haphazardly on their leather couch, trying to find the notebook she had stuffed in earlier. “Yeah, just give me a second.” Mickayla shoved her hand deeper. “Aha! Here it is!” She pulled out her worn, leather journal with a sheepish smile. “What? You never know, I might meet Betye Saar, and I have to be prepared.” The circular glasses that engulfed his warm, almond eyes traveled down his angular nose as ...

7 likes 1 comment 1
Read story