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Tara DeYoung

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jul, 2025

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Prayer Shawl

Tara DeYoung

Submitted to Contest #335

The kitchen no longer felt like a sanctuary; it felt like a pressurized cabin moments before the oxygen masks drop. Tate stood in the center of the room, his energy displacing the air, vibrating at a frequency that made the magnets on the refrigerator hum. His face was flushed, a high color rising in his cheeks that matched the startling, electric intensity in his crystal blue eyes. He didn’t just look at me; he bore into me, searching for a spark of the fire he was currently drowning in.“Mom, they’re doing everything they can to tear us apa...

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Circle of Wagons

Tara DeYoung

Submitted to Contest #334

The realization did not arrive like a polar vortex—shattering glass and howling through the eaves. It settled over me like a cold, steady snowfall, the kind that begins in the middle of the night and transforms the landscape into something unrecognizable by dawn.I sat at my computer in the corner of our bedroom. The house was a tomb of shadows, the only light being the harsh, clinical white glare of the monitor. It illuminated the dust motes dancing in the air, and the fine lines around my eyes reflected in the glass. For years, I had been a...

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Crimsom Tide

Tara DeYoung

Submitted to Contest #333

“You need to make things right with your parents first.”Mark’s voice was a broken record, skipping endlessly over the same scratch in the vinyl. He refused to meet Sam’s gaze.I stood in the doorway, my teeth clenched so hard my jaw ached. It was the same script. We were trapped in a loop of our own making, pretending that this time logic and fairness would matter. They didn’t.I watched Sam’s shoulders slump. He had walked into this conversation with his chest open, armed with hope and a business plan, and walked out hollow. Again. We were al...

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Educate Yourself

Tara DeYoung

Submitted to Contest #332

These days, I am choosing myself more and more. It was a practice that became easier with every journal entry, every page read, and every uncomfortable realization I unearthed.I had tried to bring Sam along on this journey, sending him screenshots and quotes, hoping to spark a conversation. But difficult conversations remained just that—difficult. Still, I wanted him to have the same map I was using. There was still time, and perhaps a sliver of hope, for him to learn how to change his role in his family.Before I left for Salt Lake City to b...

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Flying Away

Tara DeYoung

Submitted to Contest #331

I watched the snowfall as we pulled into Susan and Jerry’s driveway. I glanced at the clock on the dashboard: 11:45 a.m. My stomach tightened. Sunday dinners were usually painful, and that was without the added burden of other commitments to navigate. Today, though, I needed to leave by 1:00 p.m. to catch a flight to New York City. I’d recently been promoted again, from assistant accessory buyer—the job I landed just a year after our wedding—to dress buyer, my dream job. I knew not to expect any congratulations at Sam’s house. Success was ba...

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Patient Zero

Tara DeYoung

Submitted to Contest #330

I opened the email about the annual Family Christmas party for Susan’s side of the family. A little bile rose in my throat. I thought back on the party over the years—how we first attended, unknowingly, contributing to this sickness that ran in the family, and how our own crazy hockey schedule helped excuse our attendance. As our children grew into adults and one of the grandsons started a hard cider business, alcohol was finally allowed. I could use my token crutch. Yet now, after all these years, I finally have a diagnosis for this dysfunc...

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One Shoe Curve

Tara DeYoung

Submitted to Contest #329

Managing Sam’s mother and her unyielding expectations during our first year of marriage was a burden I hadn’t fully anticipated. For every family member’s birthday, every holiday, and every Sunday, Susan expected us to be at her house for dinner without fail. On holidays, she also assumed we would attend their church service. What should have been a warm family meal and meaningful church attendance turned into an uncomfortable obligation—a ritual meant to maintain appearances rather than strengthen family bonds. Conversation was minimal, the...

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Red Flags

Tara DeYoung

Submitted to Contest #328

Tara“You’re not seriously going to wear an off-the-shoulder dress, are you?” I heard Susan’s voice behind me, booming through the bridal boutique.The chaos of wedding planning often felt like a whirlwind, but Sam and I had quiet moments of connection, which made the gauntlet of bridal boutiques tolerable, even with Susan.I’d asked her to accompany my mother and me, hoping to appease her. But it wasn’t working.I froze, meeting her critical look in the mirror. Her voice was authoritative.I ran my hand over the raw silk skirt. It was the first ...

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Becoming Wicked

Tara DeYoung

Submitted to Contest #327

The hum of LaGuardia airport always grated on my nerves, a crude assault on my refined sensibilities. This latest pilgrimage, ostensibly for the Big River Symphony – a mere pretense, of course – was solely for my benefit. I had insisted, and my daughter-in-laws would obey. Tara, Sam’s wife, with her transparently selfish motivations, feigned enthusiasm. Broadway, "retail therapy"... such trivial pursuits. I saw through her meager charade. She thought herself so worldly compared to me. Yet they all craved my approval, my benevolence, Tara, th...

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Emotionally Manipulated

Tara DeYoung

Submitted to Contest #326

As I stepped into Dr. Regan’s office, the sharp scent of antiseptic stung my nose. The fluorescent lights were too bright, and the buzz from the medical equipment was a sound I didn’t want to hear.I didn’t want to be here.I’d spent years ignoring the signs—the headaches, the fast-beating heart, the tiredness that never went away, no matter how much rest I got.I remembered the evening I almost passed out in the kitchen, holding on to the kitchen counter to ensure I didn’t fall. Sam had glanced up from his phone as if I were a drama queen.“It’...

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Letting Them

Tara DeYoung

Submitted to Contest #325

Sam rubbed the back of his neck, the familiar tension a knot between his shoulder blades, as he set his phone on the end table with a clatter that was louder than he intended. The glow from the screen, now face down, seemed to emanate a residual heat of frustration.“It’s just so unnecessary,” he said, the words heavy with exasperation. “My mom’s endless guilt trips. Dad’s sermonizing crap about forgiveness, as if it’s a switch we can flip. Their behavior hasn’t changed, not an iota, nor have they offered a single genuine apology. It’s just m...

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Finding Words

Tara DeYoung

Ashley, my therapist, sat across from me. Her voice was quiet yet firm. She seemed to hear my thoughts before I spoke them, lowering her head and leaning toward me.“Tara, this has been a long time coming,” she said with a kind authority. “But remember, you alone can’t fix your marriage. There are two of you in your marriage, and without Sam’s willingness to try, this toxic cycle and generational curse will only continue.”Deep down, I knew she was right, but her words left me fearful, prompting me to wonder how I had reached this point. A dee...

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The Unraveling

Tara DeYoung

Submitted to Contest #320

Another day.Truman nudged me again, his silent encouragement pulling me back to the present.I straightened my shoulders, wiped my cheeks, and released a slow, steady breath. The woods were waiting. My life was waiting.I reached into my pocket and took out my phone. I texted Sam:I sat on the fallen log, with Truman panting beside me. All I could hear was the rustling of leaves, and Truman, my English cream Golden Retriever and loyal companion. I knew I wouldn’t have gotten through the last two years without him by my side. He pressed his wet ...

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My Mental Circus

Tara DeYoung

Submitted to Contest #318

We attended DeYoung functions a few times a year, which was the minimum we thought we could get away with without Susan’s demands for more. Unfortunately, holidays were nonnegotiable. This Christmas arrived in our household like a carefully rehearsed play, hosted by us but directed by Susan. Jerry Jr. had perfectly wrapped the presents under the tree, dinner was immaculate, and the smiles on everyone’s faces felt as artificial as the tree in our foyer. Tate, Sally, and Jack tore through their gifts excitedly, but a sickness settled in my sto...

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Unchanged

Tara DeYoung

Submitted to Contest #317

Even now, after all we have been through, we have tried to point out that the dysfunction continues."You haven't changed a thing in how you run this company," Sam slammed his fist on the conference table. "We have begged and pleaded for succession planners to be brought in, yet you can't hear a word I'm saying." His brother, Mark, looked at him blankly, his ears turning red.It was the same blank look Sam used to give me when I would talk to him about his hurtful behaviors. Sam understood now. It had taken him three long years of therapy, whi...

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