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Renee Langille

Author on Reedsy Prompts since May, 2021

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The Savannah

The grass is golden and swaying gently in a hot breeze that brings little relief from the heat. Despite the noon-day sun we are all at ease with this heat; it is the normal way of things after all. All about me; my mates laze, under the occasional bush-willow tree or out in the open. We blend into the tall dry grass with our sun-bleached fur. So much so that a pack of zebras are crossing the plain not ten paces away. They have not seen us. My ear twitches but I lay my head back on my paws lazily after yawning. We have eaten already. When t...

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Paulie the...

Garret the Grand was as his name implied; grand, majestic and totally the quintessential hero type. Of course he didn’t earn the title until the dragon had been slain a year and a half ago but nevertheless he had the moniker now. Then; he’d only been a local hero, a small-time roving type who always intervened with grandiose speeches of right versus wrong. His blond locks would wave in the wind and in the re-telling of his tale his non-existent cape would be flowing majestically. Insert the wave crashing behind him on the shore and you have...

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Is it the Road Trip Talking?

Weekly Contest #99

“I can’t wait to hit the beach!” Mary strapped her surfboard to the roof of the car. “We can totally rule the night life! Leave our regular selves behind!” she grabbed my shoulders, pulled me beside her and waved a hand in front of the great unknown as if we were intrepid explorers.“Sure.” I shrugged laughing as I packed the last suitcase into the RAV. It was a very full car for just two best friends heading out on a summer road trip. It was going to be awesome. Just her, me and the open road for a full month before we went our separate ways...

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Bad Luck Love

Weekly Contest #98

Not every day is fraught with the perils of bad luck but some days, its just not worth getting out of bed at all. Margo’s head drooped forward over her knees. Her bum was half frozen to the concrete sidewalk. Her jeans smelled musty and unclean. They were musty and unclean. She tried in vain to not scratch her head. Lice had moved in at some point and it was all just too much by then. She couldn’t face it anymore. She didn’t even understand how this had happened. Weeks before this Margo had lived in the rich neighborhood. Her house was plast...

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The Air is Cooler at Night

Weekly Contest #97

Sirens blared. Horns honked. Somewhere in the distance another boom sounded and a billowing cloud of smoke and fire rose. John held his hands behind him as he stared out the full length window. The night was blacker then usual. Perhaps that was due to half the city being plunged into a blackout. “The air is cooler at night, don’t you find sir?” Malcolm spoke behind him. John refrained from tightening his grip on his left hand. Small talk annoyed him at the best of times and these were not the best of times. He watched the latest plume of smo...

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The Room

Weekly Contest #96

The room was dark. Cold. It was impersonal; untouched by friendly voices, light, or mirth. It had been this way for years. Nothing adorned the walls save some white paint. Nothing decorated the dark wood floor to lessen the chill. The bed was saggy in the center as if it had once seen years of use and the coverlet was frayed around the edges. Now, nothing but the dust gathering in the corners seemed to inhabit the space. A photograph in a black frame on a worn out nightstand lay face down, suggesting it had either tipped or been placed that ...

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Light and Dark

Weekly Contest #92

TW: assault Lenora walked up the stairs toward her office. Just another day, another dollar she told herself as she opened the fire exit door and walked out into the busy grey cubicle-filled office. The halogen lights were blazing full tilt and the bank of windows along one wall throwing a dim grey light over everything. It was obscenely bright. She tossed her brown hair over her shoulder as she placed her oversized purse onto the end of her desk and prepared to sit and log in. “Awful weather out isn’t it!” She could see Pamela’s big owl siz...

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