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Sydney Atkin

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Sep, 2021

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Champagne and Mint

Weekly Contest #341

Casey bounced his leg through the entire ceremony, his mind on champagne. The wedding was so perfect it was almost tacky. Tears streamed down Aimee’s cheeks from the moment she appeared over the hill with their dad and his signature close-mouthed smile. He was practically holding her up as they promenaded down the grass aisle. Charlie stood in his tux under an altar that was so covered in white roses and baby’s breath it looked riddled with boils and cysts. Charlie didn’t crack a smile or shed a tear the whole ceremony, and only faltered onc...

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Night Call

CW: mention of suicide It came every night, usually around midnight but sometimes later. The cry of “Happy New Year” from a man approximately three floors and two apartments over from mine. When he started up the call there were a few brave residents who would scream back at him, telling him to shut up and go to bed or reminding him that it was not the new year but just a regular night in September. Nothing worked to stop him. Even threats to call the police weren’t enough. So every night my neighbors and I were wished a Happy New Year. Ex...

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Eulogy for a Cracked Shell

Weekly Contest #119

CW: death, grief, mature language. It sounded like a shoe crushing a bag of chips or a pair of glasses. A crushing, cracking sound. From the cab of her dad’s pickup, two sizes too small for the passenger seat, Andie craned her neck to see the road below them. She pressed her face to the glass, trying to angle her head just right to catch a glimpse of what they had hit. Her dad swore in the creative way he always did, some bizarre combination of words that hinted at what he really wanted to say, and pulled over to the side of the road.&nbs...

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Sugar

` "Where's Sugar?" Mother hardly looks up from her tablet when she replies, "I don't know, maybe she's in the basement?" "No," I say with an edge in my voice that only comes out when I'm talking to my mother. "She's not down there. I just checked down there." Again, my mother's hazel eyes don't meet mine. "Really, Marina, I don't know where your dog is. If you can't keep track of her that's really not my problem." Fury flutters in my chest and I beat it back, determined to stick to the more pressing topic. So what if my mom thinks I'm ...

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