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Between Three and Four Feet
I tap my foot as I watch the cake in the oven. Is it supposed to start rising yet? The cake is still pretty flat to me, and it’s already been in there for five minutes. I open my phone and swipe down the excessive intro to the recipe until I reach the actual instructions at the bottom, which I read through another three times to make sure I got it right. Arthur barrels into the kitchen, clutching his new toy plane that he drags through the air and a pencil. He crashes into my legs in a hug, pressing his face into my thigh and holding out a pencil. “Have I grown this year?” he asks. “I’m five ...
Death of a Fake Monkey
TW: Mild swearing and murder.“Hello? Is this Investigator Mia Ashe?” A wavering voice echoed through my phone.“Yes. Who is this, and why are you calling at 2 in the morning? My office opens at 9、”I grumbled and dragged my two quilts up over my chilling arms. I rubbed my eyes and tried to focus.“He’s dead. My monkey is dead.”“I think you better call a vet. I’m sorry. There’s nothing I can do to save a monkey that’s already dead.”I shook my head and moved my finger to end the call. I was used to receiving prank calls and weird messages, but a dead monkey was unique to me.“No, no. You don’t under...
Vern’s Enormous Hole
It was a suggestion, not an order. Unfortunately, Vern Jerkin, didn’t get the difference. He did, however, get a shovel. And that’s when things went south.Vern wasn’t like other men who spent their days drinking beer on the porch of Burt’s Town Store. He wasn’t married and he had no taste for hunting, fishing, or board games. Vern’s only love in life was work—grueling, hard, work. So, when he lost his job at the coal mine due to an unfortunate accident that was entirely his fault, Vern found himself with a load of free time. And everyone in town knew that there were two things that did NOT...
The Lovers Cabin of Wicked Hallows
Trigger Warning: The murder scene is discussed in very minor detail towards the end! If you wouldn't prefer to read that, you are free to scroll to the next story. This is an excerpt from a book that I am currently working on at the moment where I implemented Reedsy's prompt in for the sake of the contest. Please be kind as this is my first story on Reedsy. Be sure to leave your support if you enjoy it! The grandfather clock in my living room struck with the ring of a new hour. My entire body immediately jolted from my chair. How long had I been asleep?The clock's hand rested precisely at 3:00...