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Sarah Luster

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jun, 2026

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Content Warning: suicide, addiction, sibling loss. I often wonder if I will ever sleep peacefully again. When the officer came knocking on my door at 1:17am two months ago he told me that ,Lauren, my twin, had overdosed in her car. My first reaction was why did I not feel it? We always felt each other. Then the pain came. Screaming into the abyss as the officer stood stoically with his hand on my shoulder. A deluge of tears streamed from my face. Lauren was the yin to my yang, my biological other half, the only thing we did not share...

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Slack Tide

Weekly Contest #359

The server asks us if we would like anything for dessert, her hair is in a messy bun, she holds the pen in her teeth. Bree looks at me smiling sweetly. I know what that means, she wants dessert. I decline, and she orders tiramisu which seems over eccentric for this place. We are in a desolate town off the coast of Georgia, two hours south from where we both live, a place where nobody can recognize us. We sneak away on these trips once a month, I tell my wife I am at a writer’s conference. Bree tells her husband she is on a girl’s trip. ...

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Inherited Things

Shortlisted for Contest #358 ⭐️

Sensitive Topics Note: Themes of physical abuse, parental abuse, suicidal threats, verbal abuse. At the hotel we are overlooking the St Clair River. To our left, we can see where Lake Huron and the St. Clair meet, the water is brilliantly blue. The skies are bragging with wispy clouds and sapphire shades. Owen huffs out of the bathroom. He is seventeen, with dark curly shaggy hair cut right above his eyes, and the body of a young man not a child anymore. I do not know how time has moved so quickly. I wish I could live a million da...

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Blackwater Beacon

Weekly Contest #358

After the funeral, the attorney reminds attendants of the will reading. This is pointless, you barely even knew the man. Your great-grandfather the lightkeeper of the graveyard of the Atlantic, friend to only himself and the sea. RIP, Silas, you murmur to yourself and head towards the attorney’s office. In a room, surrounded by cousins you have not seen since the last funeral, you choose a seat not at the conference table but in a corner. You met Silas twice, once you were a child and the next time years ago when you went on vacation to ...

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