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Alwyn McNamara

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jul, 2020

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Alone in London

Submitted to Contest #59

When she first moved to London everyone told her what a vibrant city it was and how there was so much fun to be had. They also told her how she would have the time of her life, fall in love, start again. As a girl in her mid twenties, the prospect of a new life thrilled Katie. She had not had much of a life to this point. Many of her teenage years were spent caring for a sick mother, who had been in and out of hospital with a range of illnesses. It was finally pancreatic cancer that killed her though and Katie was ready for a change. All of ...

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The Switch

Submitted to Contest #58

"Shovel?" asked Big Freddy as he started the engine. "It's in the trunk with the rest of it," replied Jake in an exasperated tone. He was sick of Big Freddy expecting him to always be a fuck up. He looked out of the window, trying to maintain his composure. They drove silently, heading out of the city limits and down the freeway towards the town of Sierra. Neither of them spoke for a long time until Jake leaned forward and turned on the radio. A loud obnoxious pop song filled the silence. Jake recognised the song from hearing his pre tee...

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Taken for granted

Submitted to Contest #57

There was something in the wind that told her it was time. She sat down on a white wicker chair out in her beloved garden and began to think. The smell of Jasmine wafted through the air and she remembered her beloved husband holding her hand and strolling along through the neighbourhood on sultry summer afternoons. She smiled, knowing that it wouldn’t be long before she would see his handsome face and she wondered whether he would be the same as when she last saw him, or whether or not he would be his younger handsome self. She pondered the ...

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Waiting at the bar

Submitted to Contest #56

Loud, hypnotic music pulsated through the nightclub’s sound system. She could feel the sweat dripping down her face as she stumbled through the fog and the crowd, attempting to make her way to the bar. From behind, somebody pushed her forward and she fell against the back of a tall guy who was leaning on the bar.“Oy!” he yelled as his drink spilled all over the bar. He turned around ready to punch the offender when he saw a small, slightly out of it, pixie of a girl.“Oh my god…did I do that?” she asked with a laugh as she caught sight of the...

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Twenty two years, three months and eight days

Submitted to Contest #52

Where should I start? Do I just start talking or do you ask questions? I've never done anything like this before."Let's start by telling me about yourself. It says here you're an only child?"Yes. Well, I haven't always been an only child. What I mean to say is, I am not an only child. Once, I had a brother. He was an older brother. The sort of older brother who didn't really have much time for his younger sister because he was too busy doing his own thing. I have vauge memories of him but most of those, I think, have come from stories other ...

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Have you ever noticed how you can’t really see the stars here at night?

Submitted to Contest #51

Her eyes followed the smooth grey smoke rings as they swirled upwards towards the stars. She leaned back against the rough bricks feeling their icy exterior through her suede jacket and breathed the warmth of the cigarette in deeply. Staring up at the light polluted sky, she squinted to see if she could actually see any constellations, but it just wasn’t dark enough. She continued looking upwards, as if lost in a universe of thought, enjoying the cold quietness of the night. After a few moments, the door beside her heaved open and noise...

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Ants on a hot tin roof

Submitted to Contest #50

Weed filled cracks snaked through the concrete paths that wound their way though the sparse garden beds that surrounded the sterile nursing home. Resting quietly out in the garden, a wheelchair bound old lady sat staring up at the grey clouds. Her frail body slumped uncomfortably in the chair. Her light grey, almost white hair had been fluffed up to cover her exposed scalp and her skin hung lose and wrinkled. Beside her sat a nurse, massaging her hands. The nurse was young and had a kind face. Soft auburn curls had begun to fall out of her t...

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