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Sarah Luster

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jun, 2026

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The Academy of Villainy & Misunderstandings

Weekly Contest #368

Walking the hallowed halls of The Academy of Villainy and Conquest, where ‘Forging Tomorrow's Tyrants Since 1163’, is etched in the frosted glass on the doors, Toby practically skips into his new life. The Harvard of Villainy Schools. The big leagues. Banners hang in the halls displaying conquests of academy achievements. Glancing at, 731 Consecutive Days Without a Heroic Intervention, Toby thinks, “731 days. Dang. That is a really long time, he can barely go an hour without heroic intervention.”He scoffs at the...

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Unburden

Weekly Contest #364

I roll out of bed and peel my t-shirt from my sweat-drenched chest. Tossing it in the hamper, I dig through my dresser for a clean shirt and a clean pair of cotton underwear. The website promised they were moisture-wicking, just like my doctor promised the hormone replacement patches would help with the perimenopause symptoms. I climb back into bed, on the dry side. I will change the sheets in the morning. My phone shows it is 3:00 AM. I delete the 7:00 AM alarm, and commit to extra concealer before work. Feeling fully awake, I scro...

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Storm Draft

Weekly Contest #363

Every morning at 6:30, table four belonged to six friends and one old dog. Earl was halfway through his second cup of coffee when six phones shrieked. Six friends reached for absolutely none of them. The tourists did enough reacting for everyone. Behind the counter, the waitress turns off the music and switches the television to the local news. A newscaster reports, “category five hurricane. Hatteras island is under a mandatory evacuation.” Slathering warm butter on his lightly burnt toast, Frank points at Mabel's abandoned bowl, “are...

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What the Pages Kept

Weekly Contest #361

August 14, 2026 - Page 270/326Meredith walks into the library for the second time this summer. She strolls up the desk and places her copy of The Second Life Of Violet Hart on the counter. The library cat, Stacks, kneads against her legs and purrs while he looks up at her waiting to be pet. “Oh, this book, it’s the best isn’t it?” the librarian asks. Sheepishly, Meredith says, “Well, I haven’t had much time. I would like to renew it again, the online system says I am out of renews.” What Meredith wants to tell her is: this book has surv...

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Status Unfavorable

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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Inherited Things

Shortlisted for Contest #358 ⭐️

CW 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 days like today with Owen. We are ...

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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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