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Alexander Colfer

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Feb, 2025

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The Last Ride to Ravensdale Woods

Submitted to Contest #321

"Where to, my sweetie?""Enniscorthy town centre, please, near the church if that's not too much trouble. Thanks a million for stoppin' - it's such a relief to find a taxi on a night like this so it is. 'Tis fierce cold, isn't it? I was startin' to think I'd be walkin' all the way, and these roads can be so dangerous for a woman alone, especially with all the stories you hear about what happens to people who wander too far from the roads after dark.""That's so right, my lovely.""You must know these parts well, drivin' them every night. I imag...

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The Mound in Ravensdale Woods

Submitted to Contest #320

The November sky hung like a burial shroud over Ravensdale woods as it hunkered down just south of Enniscorthy, County Wexford. 1919 was a year of joy and sorrow; the war was over, and families could be reunited again as soldiers returned from the conflict. Equally, many families would mourn the missing loved ones, lost to the blood-soaked mud of far-off fields. Helen Colfer, now 12, picked her way along the narrowing path that led into the heart of the woods, her worn boots squelching in the boggy earth. Gnarled oaks twisted overhead like a...

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This is all my fault

Submitted to Contest #319

This Is All My FaultMolloy's Office 6:00 PMCathaoirleach (Town Chairman) Brendan Molloy sat behind his oversized desk like a man trying to look important in a suit that had fitted him considerably better two years and several thousand biscuits ago. He was surrounded by glittering wrappers of artisan shortbreads so expensive they were individually hand-wrapped in gold foil. With his head in his hands, he rocked back and forth, muttering, "This is all my fault. This is it—the public shame, the uncovering of my creative accounting with town fun...

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Don't Mind Me

Submitted to Contest #318

TRIGGER WARNING: CONTAINS THEMES OF DEATH AND LONELINESS, GUILT AND EMOTIONAL TRAUMA. MAIN BODY OF TEXT MondayMarcus never saw the car that missed him by the narrowest of margins, the wind from its passing ruffling his coat. He stumbled backwards onto the pavement, heart hammering, as the taxi swerved back into the traffic on North Michigan Avenue without slowing."Don't mind me," Marcus muttered to no one in particular, straightening his grey suit jacket. Around him, the Chicago morning rush continued without pause, commuters hurrying toward...

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Dear Diary: My Week in Hell (Thanks, Horoscope)

Shortlisted for Contest #317 ⭐️

Monday, 23rd OctoberDear Diary,Well, I've officially hit rock bottom. And it's all because I'm apparently an idiot who believes in astrology now.It started this morning when I grabbed a coffee and saw the newspaper horoscope. "Beware of water today, Scorpio." Normally, I'd ignore this rubbish, but something made me read it. Maybe because Karen from accounting is always going on about "the universe sending signs."So I decided to be extra careful around water. Skipped my shower (gross, I know). Avoided the coffee machine. Carried my umbrella e...

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Red is the colour

Submitted to Contest #292

“White is the colour” I whispered to myself as the Dolmus, which literally means stuffed bus in Turkish, bumped and rocked beneath me as the driver raced along the dusty road. I close my eyes against the bright morning light, grip the rail on top of the seat in front of me, and begin to repeat the phrase over and over, a meditational mantra to help me remember. The memory comes forward, and I find myself reliving my first journey on this same road all those decades ago. I gasped in wonder seeing the festooned lights of the village spreading ...

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