Allen Winter

Author on Reedsy Prompts since May, 2020

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“A mother's fate” by Allen Winter

Submitted to Contest #103

She gently rocked the crib, which contained her one-month-old daughter. Elena couldn't be happier. She had a husband who adored her, and now they had a beautiful baby with rosy cheeks, long eyelashes, and pearl gray eyes. With a smile, she carried the little girl and go to the living room. In the middle of the room, there was a pink stroller. She put the baby in the stroller, put on her jacket, and happily left her apartment. Elena and her husband lived on the sixth floor of an apartment building. It was a quiet resid...

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“The promise” by Allen Winter

Submitted to Contest #51

The starry sky was all that could be seen that night in the field. It was a beautiful landscape: the field extended to the green hills, the wind made the soft murmur of the grass and the sky covered everything like a blanket. Emma and her twin brother always liked to lie on the roof of their cabin every night to admire the stars and play at guessing which figures made up those little points of light. “It is a rabbit.” “It's a dog.” “Rabbit.” “Dog....

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“Just the beginning ” by Allen Winter

Submitted to Contest #44

His mother was hugging him for the tenth time in those last five minutes. She had stopped crying, but she maintained her reluctant attitude towards his departure; although nobody could blame her: her only son was leaving. Despite being a small woman, her arms clung like strong pincers around the boy's back. “Mom, that's enough,” he said gently. “I'll lose the ship.” “Silence.” She replied as a shudder ran through her. “I will not see you in God knows how long, let me hold you just a little more.”...

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“The butterfly's grave” by Allen Winter

Submitted to Contest #42

Lilien let Gabriel guide her through the maze of bridges in that exaggeratedly large courtyard. Her head was still spinning and she was breathing hard from the vision she had in the hall. Gabriel's warm hand was the only thing holding her together. Her hair was undone, she felt the strands of dark hair sticking into her back due to sweat despite the fresh air blowing across the steeps. She had not even realized they had reached a white kiosk located amid the dense trees that covered the landscape, which linked four bridges going in different...

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Author bio

"One must always be careful of books and what is inside them, for words have the power to change us."