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Rachel Yim

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jul, 2026

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The Last Choice

I had been playing both sides for three years. I was tired. I was so tired. Tired of the lies, tired of the masks, tired of waking up every morning and deciding which version of myself I was going to be. I had told myself I was doing it for the greater good—feeding information to both sides, keeping the balance, preventing the war. I was lying to myself. I wasn't preventing anything. I was prolonging the conflict, keeping both sides weak, making sure no one won. And now I had to choose. The extraction window was midnight. At midnight, a team...

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The Night before the Compact

Weekly Contest #366

The Night Before the Compact By R.Y. Chase Part One: Voss The room was cold. It was always cold when the Sanguine hosted, because the Sanguine did not feel cold the way the Lunari did. I had been taught that this was a tactical advantage. Now, sitting across the table from a woman who radiated warmth like a furnace, I understood that it was also a provocation. She was Ashcroft. Not the Pack Mother—that was her mother, who was waiting in the longhouse for word of the treaty. She was the daughter, sent to negotiate because she was young enough...

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What does the night hide?

Weekly Contest #365

WHAT DOES THE NIGHT HIDE The night was thick and humid, the air was heavy and still. Marcus Cole stood at the edge of the cenote, staring into the dark water below. The storm had passed, leaving behind a silence that pressed against his ears like cotton. The water was black, impenetrable, a void that seemed to swallow the moonlight. Somewhere down there, twenty feet below the surface, lay the body of Charles Whitmore. The water was freezing cold, deep, and patient. It would hold its secret for years, maybe forever. Marcus wiped his hands ...

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