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Tricia Shulist

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Waffles

WAFFLESThe registered letter was, well, unexpected. I was not important enough to receive a registered letter. Unless it was bad news. Or I was being sued. I looked at Ken, my letter carrier, and squinted. We were standing on my front porch, him outside, me on the threshold, holding the screen door open with my hip. He held out the electronic signing block.“What if I don’t sign?” I asked, looking at the blocky mobile delivery device being thrust towards me.He looked confused. “Why wouldn’t you sign?” I shrugged. “Maybe it’s bad news....

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Beezerk

BEEZERK “Hello!” Beezerk startled and jumped back. He was not supposed to make contact with the humans. It was the number-one rule. And, more importantly, humans were not supposed to be able to see him. But no, here was one of them looking at him, talking. His eyes darted around, looking for an escape. But there was none. He was stuck under the bush, with no way out. Not that he’d be able to get very far, what with his busted wing and all. So he shut his eyes. Maybe if he couldn’t see her, sh...

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Good Things Come in Threes

GOOD THINGS COME IN THREES SLAM!!! STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! Ava looked up at the ceiling. If Chloe stomped any harder she’d crash right through the ceiling and be back down in the family room with her mom. The same Mom she had just declared to be the worst mother in the world.   Ava continued to drink her tea and read her book. At least she was number one.  Chloe SLAM!!! STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! Chloe threw herself onto the bed with the anger that only a wronged teenage girl could muster when told no. “R...

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He Said, He Said

HE SAID, HE SAID Detective Terry Waits stood in front of the two monitors. Jordan Vance was in interview room one, and Zane McAllister was in interview room two. They’d both been found covered in blood, laying in an alley, dazed and bruised. EMTs had transported them—separately—to the hospital. After a few stitches, one head lac that had to be stapled together, and a couple of bruised ribs, they had been discharged and brought to the station by the cops who were first on the scene. Now they were sitting in her interv...

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What a B—

WHAT A B— “God! What a bitch! How can you stand working for her. She’s horrible! I’d quit!” I looked at my co-worker Kara. We weren’t actually friends, more like friend-adjacent. We both worked at the same law firm—I was in family law, on the marriage dissolution team, and Kara was in finance. We had met at one of the all-hands meetings, and had attended a couple of the same in-house training sessions. Today, we both happened to be eating lunch outside on a bench in the shade. I looked at Kara. I really did not like any woman being ...

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I Know What You Did

KNOW WHAT YOU DID“I know what you did.” I looked at my best friend—my ride or die, Bizzy. How could she know? I'd been so careful.“What do you know?” I asked.“I know about the—” she started.I looked at her, holding her gaze, and changed me mind. I was not going to talk about it. “No, you don’t know anything,” I interrupted. “Nothing at all.”“I do—” she stated again.“I don’t know what you think you know, but I don’t want to talk about it. Ever. End of conversation.”I turned on my heel and walked away. Well, maybe more like stomped away.Bizzy...

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Whodunit?

WHODUNIT? Detective Terry Waits looked at the man sitting across the table from her. She was pretty sure this was bullshit—no one was going to confess— but she’d do her job and follow through to whatever conclusion the evidence led her. She set out her notebook and pen. Yes, the interview was being recorded but the notebook’s benefit was two-fold. First, it allowed her to write down and remember points that she could circle back during the interview. And secondly, she found that some suspects were intimidated by the fact that she was w...

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Buried Alive

BURIED ALIVE I heard the timbers crack. Then the windows imploded. Then the house began to shift and splinter around me. I was a dead woman. ***** I’d arrived home late last night—no, actually really early this morning. It was around four a.m. when I pulled into my long driveway. I’d been driving for hours, and all I wanted to do was get home and fall into bed and sleep. I’d been back country camping for a week—just me and nature, sleeping under the stars. That was actually the reason I came home. It had started to rain early last n...

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The Day My Life Imploed.

Reedsy #511, food for Thought, 2026 Jul 3Prompt #2: Include a scene in which someone is cooking, eating, or drinking. THE DAY MY LIFE IMPLODED It was just supposed to be a regular dinner out. No big deal. Just Owen and I getting together with our friends, Carla and Ben. Something we’ve done a hundred times before. No celebration, just friends getting together for a meal. Or so I thought. Earlier in the week—Tuesday, I think—Carla called me to see if Owen and I wanted to get together Bellamy’s for dinner on Friday night. “How about seven...

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I Object!

I OBJECT I thought about the summer I killed my parents. Not literally, but figuratively—emotionally. Jeez! I’m not a monster! It was the summer between high school and the rest of my life. We’d been on pins and needles all spring, waiting for the university acceptance letters. If it was a big package, then it was an acceptance package. If it was lettersized, then it was a rejection letter. So, we waited by the mailbox every day, fingers crossed. And, yahoo, I got acceptance packages from each of the three schools I’d chosen—well, ...

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KABOOM!

Reedsy #509, the Big Break with London Writers Centres, 2026 Jun 19Prompt #2: Start your story moments before everything changes. KABOOM! I was so angry I could spit. No, take that back. I don’t spit. It’s gross. I was so angry that I could swear like I was raised by Osbournes. That’s better. I’d stomped out of the house, leaving Trent sitting on the couch, smugly smiling, like he won something. He’d been so condescending, so arrogant, so supercilious, that I wanted to kill him—literally strangle the life out of him. So instead of do...

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The Man With the Gold Earring

THE MAN WITH THE GOLD EARRING Everywhere Tally looked, he was there. Home, school, library, at her part-time job. At least she was pretty sure he was a he. There was no way to tell without getting closer, but there was no way she was going to do that! Stranger Danger! So, she set out to ignore him. Pretend he wasn’t there. But it was hard. She never saw him in her house—he wasn’t that bold, but she only saw him outside—across the street, walking by her house, parked in a creepy van around the corner from her house. Once, she was sur...

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Chemical Bonds

CHEMICAL BONDS Some people tell me that I shouldn’t have made it out. But I did. It took everything that I had, but I was successful. I made it out. ***** “Okay, class, today we are going to learn ... ” Every time Mrs. Carter started with “today we are going to learn …,” I blanked out. Not literally. That would have been weird—sitting there, paying attention-ish. Then she says “today we are going to learn” and I’d be passed out at my desk. Like the words made me faint. No, it wasn’t like that. It was just that Mrs. Carter’s classes...

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Second Banana

SECOND BANANA It’s really hard being the second banana. You know, where they tell you how great your best friend is, even though the two of you do everything together—cuz you’re partners. Ray really is amazing. He’s the best. He deserves the recognition and platitudes. Honest. ***** “Unit K-9—Dispatch. 10-76 reported at 2459 Keeler Street. Suspect is a male, dark clothing. Code 2. Advise when 10-23.” “10-4. Code 2. Unit K-9 is 10-17.” Ray looked at me. “Looks like we’ve got ourselves a prowler.” I kinda like prowler calls. The s...

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Kindred Spirits

KINDRED SPIRITS “Next!” I glared at the guy standing beside me. He shouldn’t have been beside me, he should have been behind me. I knew it, he knew it. I squinted my eyes, took my two fingers, pointed them at my eyes, then at him—I’m watching you—and walked forward to the check-in counter. Flying was enough of a pain in the butt without having line jumpers to contend with. Jerk. Check-in went smoothly. I only had carry-on luggage, and it wasn’t too big, wasn’t too heavy, wasn’t a roller bag that could be commandeered into checked lugga...

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