Angela Doverspike

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Aug, 2020

Stories (7)

7 Stories

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“Imperfect Perfection” by Angela Doverspike

Submitted to Contest #71

Everything has to be perfect, Ben thought as he scurried from room to room. He'd insisted this year's cookie exchange be held at his house. He saw no other way. Any minute guests would be arriving. The final set of cookies had just been pulled from the oven and placed on the cooling rack. Cutting it a little close. But there was so much to do to prepare. As the master of the house and host of the party, he had to set the mood. Festive and merry. He spent hours decorating the tree, hanging the garland with...

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“The Season of Change” by Angela Doverspike

Submitted to Contest #63

An October breeze filled the trees, sending colored leaves sailing through the air. A gust picked up and nipped at Joelle’s rosy cheeks. She welcomed the chill. Her silky chocolate curls flew from her shoulders, sending her ochre scarf fluttering. She pulled her brown leather jacket closed and fumbled with the buttons. Fallen leaves scraped along the sidewalk. The children ahead hopped and crunched each leaf in their path with joyous grins plastered below cold-reddened noses. Autumn. The season of change. A time when tr...

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“Memories Between Pages” by Angela Doverspike

Submitted to Contest #61

*Based on a true friendship*The doorbell rings and I jolt from my thoughts nearly spilling my coffee. The dogs are barking ferociously at the Amazon delivery man as he walks back down the pathway to his truck. I let them calm down before I attempt to open the front door to grab my package. I’d really rather not chase them through the neighborhood. Again. I smile proudly at my guard dogs doing their duty. No one would dare break in once their intimidating barks are heard. I certainly don’t need an alarm system. <...

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“Life in the Rearview Mirror” by Angela Doverspike

Submitted to Contest #59

He watched in his rearview mirror as the dusty sand swirled behind their SUV. The home they shared for the first five years of their marriage quickly faded as they drove away for the last time. Sneaking in as many glances as he could before it disappeared, taking in the last glimpses of their street. How many times had they traveled this road together? He drove along, reminiscing when they first walked through the house...

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“Unforeseen Illumination” by Angela Doverspike

Submitted to Contest #58

Ding. The elevator doors opened once again allowing Aubrey to step back in. The end of the workday proved to be nothing but a rush. Fridays were always hectic. Her desk was left a mess. Papers scattered, files strewn about. She’d have to deal with the mess on Monday morning, during the beginning of the week rush. Her mind whirled with next week’s tasks already plaguing her weekend. If her mind hadn’t been so clustered as it was, she may not have left her phone on her desk. Before the elevator reached the to...

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“Traditions for Granted” by Angela Doverspike

Submitted to Contest #57

Rose’s crooked, brittle hands worked tirelessly as she sliced and diced. Her swollen finger joints ached. Her elbows ached. Her back ached. Her knees, ankles, and feet. Everything ached. There wasn’t a joint space in her body that wasn’t stiff. Cartilage had long since worn away. Bone grinding with bone. Of all days, today had to be the worst. Tomorrow wouldn’t be much better. Tomorrow was Thanksgiving. Yet she’d still give thanks to the Lord above for her life, as painful and lonely as it may be. However brief a ti...

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“Blind Date Sweethearts” by Angela Doverspike

Submitted to Contest #56

Loreal paced the floor of her living room. Too anxious to even notice the beauty of the autumn colors bathing in the sunlight. Her third floor apartment windows offered her a bird’s eye view of the park and the tops of the trees. Leaves dancing along the sidewalks below went unnoticed. Wringing her hands, she questioned everything. How did she end up agreeing to a blind date? A blind date! <...

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Author bio

I am new to the writing scene and I am working on my first novel! Writing became a new hobby of mine this summer. Thanks quarantine, that's about the only good thing that I got from it. Constructive criticism is always welcome. My favorite authors are Francine Rivers and Deeanne Gist!