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Vincent Damico

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Mar, 2020

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NailBiter

She bit her nail as she sat outside her work, her left leg restlessly shaking. She kept glancing at her phone every five seconds, rereading the text that he had sent her. “Ok. See you tonight.” She barely had any nail left to chew as she sat there, her mind racing a million miles a minute. Ok. See you tonight. But was it okay? Why hadn’t he ended the conversation with I love you or a more enthusiastic Can’t wait to see you! Just an “Okay”. Did he feel just okay about her? Maybe he was going to wait until after they had sex to break up with...

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Grandma's House

Submitted to Contest #43

The house with the orange shutters sat at the end of the gravel driveway. The house was an off-color white, but you could see those bright color orange shutters from the road. The door was also orange, although not as bright and the porch had potted plants lined up, pushed up against the railing. Behind the house-sat acres of acres of dry, golden brown grass. It had not rained in months, and there was a high risk of a wildfire, but this was grandmas’ house and Grandma wasn’t going to move. “Or at least until the Lord makes me move-six feet u...

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Lorana

Submitted to Contest #42

The air was soft and warm as it blew through the wire screen door. It wasn’t locked and the soft breeze made it bang intermittently against the door frame. The wind whirled around the still furniture, coasting over the wooden floor, snaking it’s around the dark red river of blood that was beginning to seep through the floor. A toddler bent over in the corner, fidgeting and trying to sleep, sucking on her thumb in hopes that someone would wake her from this nightmare. The home sagged into the land it sat on, the land Lorana had bought ov...

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