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Tricia Shulist

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Feb, 2021

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How Dare They!

HOW DARE THEY! Kyla clenched her jaw. They were supposed to be her friends, and they had betrayed her. No other word for it—betrayal—pure and simple. She paced the kitchen, looking at Marnie’s Facebook page. There, for the whole world to see, were Marnie and Janice having the time of their lives. They had their arms around each other, drinks in hand, in some tropical paradise. Laughing, joking, probably talking about her. Probably laughing about the fact that they had left her behind. They’d gone away without her! She was the one w...

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Faith’s Very Bad Day

FAITH’S VERY BAD DAY “You’re burnt! Get out now!” said the voice on other end of phone. Faith looked around. She could feel the panic starting in the pit of her stomach, roiling her guts, nausea flooding her body, her vision dimming at the edges. Not now! Not now. Get your shit together, and get out! MOVE! She snapped herself out of the shock response, and leapt into action. She ran into her bedroom, grabbed her go-bag, leaving everything—everything she owned—behind, and fled the apartment. She took the stairs, two at a time, down...

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The Box

THE BOX The two sisters looked at the box. It had just been delivered a few minutes ago, priority post. “Looks like someone paid a lot of money to have this delivered here,” said Nora, checking out the packaging. “Yeah,” said Jules, “But why here?” The parcel had been delivered to Jules’s house. She was the older of the two sisters, married to Yves, mother to a rescue mutt named Barney. And, unlike her sister Nora, lived in a sticks and bricks house. “Probably that’s the only address they could find?” ventured Nora. She smiled up at...

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Classic!

CLASSIC! I used to be king. People yearned for me. I was the best of the best. Sure, there were others that promised to do the same things that I did, but they never were as fantastic as me. I was a god. I am the iPod Classic, 2007 model, 160 gigs. Primo. I can hold thousands and thousands of songs, not to mention photos and videos. I have an actual hard drive built right in—almost infallible. My name is just “Classic.” No generation number, no brackets after my name, just Classic. Which I am. No internet connection, so no hacki...

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The Singletons

THE SINGLETONS I walked out of my cabin, rattling the knob to ensure the door had locked behind me. I looked at the paper in my hand. Single Cruiser Meetup, Lido Deck, Poolside Bar, 7:00 pm to ??? I took a deep breath and headed for the stairs. When I stepped outside onto the Lido Deck, I smiled. It was a lovely evening. The sky was clear, a light tropical breeze ruffled my hair. This was exactly why I loved the Caribbean—the enchanting nights. Rhys always said … I shook myself out of my reverie. Nope. Not going there. I looked...

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Limbo—Not Just Another Dance

LIMBO—NOT JUST ANOTHER DANCE Pamela inhaled loudly, and opened her eyes. Confusion crowded her face. She looked around not knowing where she was. Confusion turned to panic. What was going on? “It’s about time!” Pamela swung her head to the left where Fiona, her son-in-law’s mother, sat. She groaned. She was not a fan. Pamela was still discombobulated and disoriented. And now a little pissed. Why was Fiona sitting beside her, and where were they? This was not good. Fiona was the reason Pamela drank. To excess. Pamela swallowed her anger...

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Gaslight

GASLIGHT “I’m sorry,” he said. I looked back at my friend—oops, my now former friend—Marco. “Too late,” I said turning forward and walking away. I’d had it. I was at the end of my rope. I was done. “Sam, I’m sorry” he said running to catch up with me. “I didn’t think it was a big deal.” I stopped and turned back to look at him. “Are you kidding me? You didn’t think accusing me of stealing your idea is a big deal?” He shrugged. “You know what I mean.” I breathed in slowly, trying to hold my temper. “You told the bosses that it was your...

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Rando In the House!

RANDO IN THE HOUSE! “He’s not your friend?” “No, man. I’ve never seen him before. I thought he was your friend.” “No. Not me.” Jake and Aaron stared at the mysterious man standing in the living room, chatting up Ava, Aaron’s partner. “You didn’t invite him?” asked Jake. Aaron shot him a look. “Dude, if I don’t know him, how could I invite him?” Jake waggled his eyebrows. “He seems to be getting along really well with Ava.” He looked from Ava and the mystery man back to Aaron. “Maybe she invited him.” Aaron crossed his arms across his...

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I Didn't Mean To Eavesdrop, But …

I DIDN'T MEAN TO EAVESDROP, BUT … “What can I get ya, hon?” said Jenny, smiling at Hilary. For as long as Hilary had been coming to Jake’s Diner, Jenny had been her server. Even when Hilary was a little kid and her parents brought her here for the occasional Saturday morning breakfast treat, Jenny had been taking orders, and running food out to hungry diners. Hilary always sat in Jenny’s section every time she came in. “Hey, Jenny. What’s the soup of the day? Tell me it’s something delicious.” Hilary said, smiling. “Chicken vegetable,” s...

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Day 63

DAY 63 Day 1: Okay, I think that I should probably write down what’s happening. This morning I woke up the way that I usually do—late, around ten o’clock. I’m the night owl in our family, Charlie the early-to-bed guy. After I finished showering and dressing I went downstairs, but Charlie wasn’t there. I didn’t remember him saying that he had anything planned for that day, so I looked around—not in the basement, not in the backyard, not in the garage, but his truck was. I was confused, but not overly concerned. Maybe he’d gone out for a wal...

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It Was Long Ago And It Was Far Away

IT WAS LONG AGO AND IT WAS FAR AWAY Knock! Knock! Knock! I looked up from my tablet, where I'd been reading today’s newspaper. I wasn’t expecting anyone, and I hadn’t ordered anything on line, so who was at the door? For a moment I considered ignoring the knock. There was no way I wanted to listen to someone trying to sell me something that I didn’t want or need. But curiosity got the better of me, as usual. I have serious FOMO. I padded to the towards the front of the house. When I opened the door, there was our letter carrier, Benson, ho...

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The Three Little Pigs 2.0: The True Story

THE THREE LITTLE PIGS 2.0: THE TRUE STORY “Please call your next witness, Mr. Heller.” “The prosecution calls Leonard Bacon.” I watched as Bacon approached the witness stand and was sworn in. On the surface, things looked a little dicey for me and my continued freedom. My run-ins with the Bacon family had been all over the internet for months now. And, in the court of popular opinion, I was a monster. The prosecutor, Damien Heller, got to his feet, and walked towards the witness stand. “Good morning, Mr. Bacon, and welcome.” “Good morn...

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Running Out Of Thyme

RUNNING OUT OF THYME “Jasmine, we’d like to have a dinner party. A casual, sit down affair in the dining room.” I’m Jasmine, and I’m a personal chef. I was talking to the Gena Roberts, one of my best clients. She’d called so that we could set up a date for her soiree and set a menu for the event. “For how many?” I asked. “Not many,” said Gena. “Maybe twenty.” Pause. “No more than fifty. I’ll let you know.” I sighed inwardly. Fifty was not “not many” for me. I usually work alone, and knew that I would have to hire some kitchen help. But...

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Fate—Right on Time

FATE—RIGHT ON TIME Charlotte So once, I missed a plane that crashed. And then I missed a train that derailed. I once had to cancel a trip to Florida during spring break because I wasn’t finished a paper that was already late (big surprise). The resort that we were supposed to stay at ended up being in the direct path of a category three hurricane. All my friends were okay, but not one of them has been back to Florida since. I do legitimately struggle wth the concept of time. I had a friend who is on “island time” and even she gets frustra...

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The Watcher

THE WATCHER I watch the woman walk unawares through the streets, not a care in the world. If she only knew that I was following her, she would be paralyzed with fear. I am the hunter, she is the quarry. ***** I like walking at this time of day. Early mornings are the best. With the sunrise comes the dawning of a new day. The air is crisp, but the sun has risen and has started to melt away the light frost from the previous night. And the birds! There is no other time during the day when they are so raucous—chirping, swooping, just welcomin...

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