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Sarah Womack

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jan, 2024

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A Cold Winter's Heart

Weekly Contest #331

Keeping track of her lies had become a full time job. Ellie sat on the end of her bed, hairdryer in one hand, her phone in the other. A dirty-blond bird's nest formed on the side of her head as she scrolled through her notes app trying to decipher her frantic memos: 89 bday not 83 bro in the SAS??? vgn 3 yrs Marathon 2019 & spk French morning person 5am! :o Had she really told him her brother was in the special forces? Heat accumulated on her scalp. Ellie yelped and swapped hands. The most troublesome lie was her age; everyone said she ...

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Cell 13

Weekly Contest #329

The children were safe and secure in their cells. John Bagley studied the security monitor, scanning the camera feeds, careful not to linger on any individual for too long - he didn’t want to risk them noticing. "You're early." John Bagley spun in his desk chair, turning to face the man. "You say that as if it's a bad thing." "God no, the sooner I get this handover done, the sooner I can go home," the man said. His white shirt clung to his gut, tattoos crawled out from his sleeves. He licked his lips, eyes shifting briefly to the monitors. "...

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The Vitality Package

Weekly Contest #328

2094, Earth "State your name." The words came from somewhere beside me. I opened my eyes, but the light was too much. I slammed them shut again, white dots searing into my eyelids. "Wh- where am I?" My lips stuck together when I spoke. "Incorrect. State your name." Something painful pressed against my chest - heavy, rhythmic. I found it difficult to breathe. Why did it feel wrong? "Mai Somsri," I said. "Correct." Good. Maybe it would leave me alone. Let me go back to- "Spell DOG." Oh, for crying out loud. I opened my eyes again, ready this ...

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How to Resurrect Your Headmistress (And Other Mistakes)

Weekly Contest #327

My name is Thraxil'von'Keth of the Ninth Vermilion Descent, defiler of all things unholy and keeper of nightmares.But you can call me Keth.Before you ask: yes, I am a demon, and yes, I currently exist as a cat. Right now, I would very much like to be asleep.Clara, however, had other plans.She'd waited until the housekeeper made his last pass before slipping out of bed and turning on her lamplight. The sudden brightness stabbed directly into my night vision.Clara pulled on her cloak over her nightgown and flicked her frantic blonde hair out f...

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The Quiet Island

Weekly Contest #279

The Quiet IslandTrigger Warning: Mild gore, references to death, olives. When Flo heard the car approaching, she darted off the road and crouched low behind an olive tree. She didn’t dare move. At thirteen, she knew how dangerous it was to be out here alone. The car rattled past, the sound fading in the distance, leaving only the hum of crickets. As she stood up, the ground beneath her tilted, like the deck of a sinking ship, and she had to clutch the tree for balance. Another dizzy spell. They’d been hitting her all morning. She...

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