McCampbell Molly

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Feb, 2022

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7 Stories

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“Call Me Isabelle” by McCampbell Molly

Submitted to Contest #249

 "Call me Ishmael.” Kai’s teacher asked the class why this was one of the most important lines in literature. He knew that it was one of those lines that came off like fireworks. It went off with a bang. Left you wanting more. Promising lots of sparkly stuff later.    But what if it had read, ‘Call me Isabelle,’ he thought to himself. Would it have had an even bigger impact? Nah
People wouldn’t have accepted it back then. Shoot, they didn’t accept it now. He sighed and tri...

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“The Prodigal Sun Returns Home” by McCampbell Molly

Submitted to Contest #138

    Sila called out the headline title, “The day the sun will no longer rise.” The first line dramatically read, “At 1:30 AKST this afternoon, the sun will set, and Barrow will enter a 65-day period of polar night. The sun will rise again on January 22 next year.”      It happened every year, but it never ceased to amaze him how the town reacted. It was like a scene out of...

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“Crossing the Shaky Bridge” by McCampbell Molly

Submitted to Contest #137

   “Father was on another one of his great mysteries in Nigeria when he found me. Our country is quite beautiful. It is known for its elephants, buffalo, and forest monkeys of all kinds. But it is most known for its Bigisu Arabica coffee. This is how our community and farmers support themselves.”     Nanny listened very carefully, for Alora rarely spoke of how she been forced to leave her country or how she had...

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“Dating After Fifty” by McCampbell Molly

Submitted to Contest #136

    Sophie lay in bed with her 16-year-old daughter Kalei. “Hmmm, Mom. I want to show you something.” Her daughter looked at her tentatively.    “Sure Baby, what’s up?” Sophie flipped the television channels, hoping to find the perfect mother-daughter movie. She had been working a lot of hours lately and hadn’t been able to spend as much time with the kids as she might have liked. She was looking forward to some bonding time.  &n...

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“Don't Look Back” by McCampbell Molly

Submitted to Contest #135

Yanti was terrified. Her heart was beating so loudly in her chest that she could physically feel it. She could feel the panic of those around her. Her own panic escalated. She listened to the noise and turmoil around her. The waters were rising. Huge amounts of water came gushing down from the Gandhi Tal to the Mandakini river at about 8:30 PM the evening before, washing away everything in its path. The rains were...

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“Trapped Between Two Worlds” by McCampbell Molly

Submitted to Contest #134

Sila was exhausted. He walked into the galley, stretching his arms high over his head, then bringing them down to rub his eyes. All he wanted to do was curl back up in bed and pull the covers over his head. His eyelids were still heavy, and he swayed a little as he reached for the coffee. But even more than being sleepy, he was just plain tired. He could feel it deep down in his bones. His legs and arms felt heavy and ached, as if he had run a marathon.Yanti took one look at him. Her voice sounded muted to him...

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“Hot and Spicy Cocoa Cake” by McCampbell Molly

Submitted to Contest #133

 Hot and Spicy Cocoa Cake....   So, he wants chocolate, does he? Yanti pounded her fist into the bread dough. She raised her forearm over and over, her fist clenched, beating the poor dough mercilessly. She looked out the window. The snow was coming down in heavy blankets. The sky was darkening and settling in like a foul mood. Like the one she was in. Why weren’t they back?      “No, Yanti,” she m...

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Author bio

Molly McCampbell and her daughter walk past an elderly black man that appears to be homeless. He invites her to sit down. She does. Her daughter watches the two of them laughing. The man tells her mother he will write her a song if she would write him a story. Thus, the birth of ‘Angels in the Park.’ When her mother returns to her side, she says, “Mom, you will talk to anyone.” The only reply she got was, “Well, honey, you never know when you are talking to an angel.” Turns out that he was a famous songwriter.