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Submitted to Contest #91
Reilly McKevittContest #9129 May 2021Dedicated to Sasha and her boundless amount of positivity.Hero's JourneyIf my life was a book, it’d be a prequel. Each sentence would be structured out of deranged lies and hopeful falsities, setting myself up for a magical future. But every page would be an eyesore to read, or to even conceive, because the possibility of my goals- or my “call to adventure,” ever occurring are very low on the scale. I live my life as if it’s a prequel. As if one day, my story will emerge with a bright and shiny cover, dis...
Submitted to Contest #76
Reilly McKevitt Contest #76 8 January 2021 That Day That day I woke up with a smile, and an ounce of hope. The type of hopefulness that provided clear skies, sunny days, and a field of flowers that danced peacefully in the wind. Some days it was hard to speak. The doctor said it was anxiety. That I had so much in my brain but it wouldn’t let it out. But that day? That day felt different. That day the sky was pink; vibrant, and glimmering with possibilities. The morning calls of early birds had finally begun. My legs, clad in the worn, gray...
Submitted to Contest #74
Reilly McKevitt Prompt used: A story that takes place across ten seconds 1 January 2021 The Twenty Third Floor Floor The fairy lights illuminated the darkest corners of the Barlowe Hotel’s rooftop garden. Men and women alike, dressed elaborately in appropriate dress suits and vibrant gowns. Some men stood stoically, discussing the boredoms of work and the incorrect moves their favorite football team had made. Women circled around each other, chattering about the latest inconveniences that had occurred within their neighborhood and prided th...
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