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Skye Van Der Meer

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jun, 2023

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Death, the Endless Dream

Skye Van Der Meer

I trace the assortment of numbers and letters on the underside of my wrist.My wrist says I’m E.M. 567-AHJ. But really, I’m Eloise Carr. My wrist itches as I recall the first time I’d been branded. I’d soon learnt that the numbers and letters meant almost nothing - they were just a unique combo for myself. But the E and M did mean something; E for Experiment, and M for either Muse or Mare.The experiment is divided into two classifications, Mares and Muses. If you’re selected, you’re placed under lock and key before being injected with a serum...

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The Dead Poets Society

Skye Van Der Meer

I move to support myself with a low hanging tree branch. But a solid shove in the back throws me off balance. My feet slide out from under me, and I flail for purchase on the slick rocks. My hand has forgotten to release its grip on the low hanging branch and as my body comes tumbling down, the branch follows suit.I’m lucky, the branch narrowly missing my head and landing with a sharp crack beside me.“Jesus, Matterson!” I cry, throwing away the branch with a grunt. “What was that for?”A strong hand wraps around my upper arm and guides me to ...

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One for sorrow

Skye Van Der Meer

*Sensitive content: indirect references to self-harm*When you stare into the centre of a flame for just long enough, the surrounding world will begin to fade. Darkness sets in, enveloping one’s periphery until all that it left is the flickering orange-yellow of warmth.And that warmth is comforting. Any warmth is. But everyone knows that if you get too warm, you burn. And burns leave scars. Both visible and invisible.Everyone also knows that the invisible scars are the ones that hurt the most. The body does not have a way of mending those inv...

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Moveon.com

Skye Van Der Meer

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Crazy Talk

Skye Van Der Meer

The sight of the pink plastic tea set in front of me brings just about as much joy as my roommate Helen gets when the guards give her the dose of Heroin she needs each day to survive. Cautiously, scared the tea set could be the fruits of another self-induced manic fit, I reach out and wrap my bony hand around the tea pot's handle. Then I glance up at Anna Louise, who is sitting in the little plastic stool in front of me."Annie Lou, would you like a cup of tea?" I ask politely.Anna Louise nods, and I promptly pour her a nice big cup of tea an...

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Kindergarten Woes

Skye Van Der Meer

He'd done it.The impossible.He would be renowned.He would go down in history as the first boy in his year to balance himself on the wobbly chair.Mitchell had said that no one could ever do it because that would mean they had to balance on two plastic chair legs, and everyone knew you couldn't balance on two of anything.Leo had said that once upon a time, a girl had done it, but then she fell and died."MITCH!" He cried. "LEEEOOO!"Mitchell, who was sitting next to him, turned around."Oh my god! You did it!" Mitchell yelled back."Your balancing...

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Tea, Murder and Immaculacy

Skye Van Der Meer

At the ripe old age of three, my mother imparted an essential pearl of wisdom onto a proper young lady such as myself.Whenever one has guests, one must always offer them tea.As a small child, I took those words as gospel. I still do, only it took me several years to understand how tea could be used to my advantage.A cup of tea can hide a moderate dose of poison.And no one ever refuses a cup of tea.I sipped my own, poison free, cup of tea as I silently judged the state of my father's extensive garden. After his passing a year ago, his estate ...

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Fairest of All

Skye Van Der Meer

Once upon a time, there was a mirror shop.The owners were a middle-aged woman and a middle-aged man. They had been happily married for years, and in their younger years the woman had given birth to three children.Aurelia, Adeline, and Ada.The man and woman had only opened the shop a year before Ada’s birth. It was cramped with all three sisters together, so once Aurelia married at eighteen, she took Adeline with her, leaving Ada alone with her parents.Now, growing up in a shop that sold only mirrors meant that each and every day, Ada started...

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Winner or Sinner?

Skye Van Der Meer

Winner or Sinner?Published 18/09/2024 by Jessica OritonLast month the world mourned the death of Delilah Elfine, beloved actor and singer. Her death had come as a shock to all, taken from us too soon by the successful assassination attempted on the 28th of August at the premier of her new movie, Fight to the Death. Despite the horror of it all, life moves on and so must we, leaving the past in the past. The person who seems to have moved on the fastest is unexpected, however. Mrs. Elfine’s husband, renowned Producer Jackson Elfine was seen l...

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Gossip, Girls, and Guns

Skye Van Der Meer

As the door swings shut behind me, I sigh in relief as the overly loud laughter and chatter becomes muffled. I'm the only one in the bathroom, the separate stalls all empty with the doors propped open. "Thank God."I whisper to myself as I hike up my skirts and sit down on the toilet after closing the stall door. It was only seconds after I had flushed the toilet did I hear the noise outside rise up before falling once again, the fresh muffled silence accompanied by two other voices. "Did you see them?""Yes. How about the massive rock on her ...

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Project: New Earth - Part Two

Skye Van Der Meer

“Captain’s log, day two-five-two-oh of two-five-three-eight. Current speed is approximately six-thousand metres per second, fuel at one fifth of a tank, leaving us with an additional five days of travel if needed. Repairs to happen today in accordance with the oxygen filtration system and with switchboard number five-three-oh. End Captain’s log.”I release my hold on the recording button before punching in a code that sends the voice message into the ship's archives. I stretch, sighing with satisfaction when the tension in my back releases. I...

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You Can Call Me Chauncey

Skye Van Der Meer

“And here is the famed Mona Lisa, painted by Leonardo da Vinci sometime between fifteen-oh-three and fifteen-nineteen.”A tour group, the fifth one today, comes around the corner. And for the fifth time today, I stare at the woman leading the group.She’s only wearing the black top and pants required for museum employees, but it doesn’t make her any less striking. Her dark hair is pinned back in a braid, and her equally dark skin is flawless. Her teeth are impossibly white, but not in a surgically altered way. She’s not very tall, her shoulder...

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Little boat, little boat

Skye Van Der Meer

The wind howls through the gaps in the wooden floorboards, and the hinge of the door groans as the overpowering wind attempted to break through it. The naked lightbulb swings violently overhead, causing the shadows it cast to sway rhythmically. I bend over the stove, desperately trying to light it. Each time the flame caught, a sharp breath of wind, having snaked its way through the walls, would blow it out. After the fifth match splinters between my fingers, I swear, throwing down the box of matches and pinching the bridge of my nose with...

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Monochrome Grey

Skye Van Der Meer

The voices were arguing again. I hate walking. I love walking. I hate rain. I love rain. I hate flowers. I love flowers. Hate. Love. Hate. Love. Hate hate hate. Love love love. “Just keep walking.” The voices stopped arguing. The road ahead of me is long and straight, stretching all the way to the horizon. The desolate landscape on either side of the asphalt is only interrupted by the occasional tree, skeletal and grey. The sky is heavy with the promise of rain, as it always is, but it never rains. Occasionally, flowers unfold their petals o...

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Return To Sender

Skye Van Der Meer

"Please welcome, Claire Ellison!"The make-up designer, Josh, finished touching up my lipstick, sliding the cap back onto the stick. A woman wearing a thick black headset motioned to the stage and said something into her microphone that sounded like 'is camera one ready?'. Leila, my manager, fluffed up the puffy sleeves of my dress before giving me a soft nudge in the back, pushing me out onto the stage. A hundred cheering members of the audience clapped as I walked out onto the stage. Myra Klave, the middle-aged-Botox-infused-half-plastic-ho...

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