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Ruta Freimane

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Oct, 2025

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The veil

The well has dried up again. Ranta sighed, took her bucket and walked to the river. The sun had set and the dusk was weaving the world in the darkness already, she had to hurry up. The forest was still, Ranta walked her usual path not needing to think about her steps. The veil she wore over her face softened the forest in a dark haze. Suddenly, her bucket got snatched out of her hand. She stood frozen for a moment watching a little forest creature running away with her bucket, seeming to giggle. Forest sprites. They usually kept their dista...

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Monochrome

Looking out at the white spiraling buildings poking the gray rain clouds, her heart felt heavy like it’s part of this hard stone city. Did everyone feel this way in the New Prosperity? Elisa picked up her dark gray raincoat which she had dropped on the dining table mindlessly the night before, stepped in her black rubber boots and headed out. The city was buzzing with life and activity, it’s where everyone wanted to be. Yet the air felt stale and oppressive. As every morning she stopped by the nearby cafe to get her black coffee. The rou...

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The date

I knew I would be late, but I didn’t feel like rushing. I was taking a shortcut already.The leaves crunched under my leather boots as I strolled through the forest fidgeting with my knife. I stopped as I noticed my usual target, the old wooden sign with arrows for directions. It had many holes in it, like huge woodworms had been chomping on it. I snorted. That makes me a woodworm I guess. I grabbed my knife by its blade, metal cold between my fingers and flicked my wrist. The knife found its target right in the hole of the “e” of “cemetery”....

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Go with the flow

Weekly Contest #324

CW: Drowning, trauma, mental health, suicidal thoughts “Let go!” someone shouted. “Stop fighting it. Go with the flow.” Helena couldn’t take the pressure anymore. The river thrashed around her, waves crashing against her chest, tearing the little air she had right out of her lungs. She gasped, choking on the air that wasn’t there. She wanted to scream, to cry, but she used the little strength she had to keep her head above the water, fighting the unforgiving current.She couldn’t let go. There was a waterfall at the end of this river, she cou...

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