Angela Guthrie

Author on Reedsy Prompts since May, 2021

Stories (9)

9 Stories

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“The Beast of Harlem” by Angela Guthrie

Submitted to Contest #215

And just like every night, the neighbors barricaded behind their doors and hid the kids under crowded beds and inside rusted tubs. This ritual had become more frequent with the recent deaths of gang members. So far, it had only been members of various gangs. Rumors swirled from house to house about the horrific images police officers described as absolutely bone-chilling. ***I huddled with my siblings under the twin beds Mama had pushed together for our protection. Everyone’s breath seemed trapped inside each body, terrified of escaping...

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“Elohim” by Angela Guthrie

Submitted to Contest #132

“Are you there God? It’s me.” God was there and He was listening to her prayers. He was listening to all the prayers coming up to Him.Misery came in and lamented rather gleefully on all that he had caused to go wrong in the last few weeks. War was in conflict with yet everyone and everything. He refused any sort of civility. Impatience was irritated that time was being wasted. Cruelty and Hatred were brutal to everyone they met. Unfaithful showed no consistency or regard for those around him. Self-Indulgence had no constraint or stability wh...

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“Homage to a Friend” by Angela Guthrie

Submitted to Contest #104

There are two things that I've noticed when listening to eulogies. One, what's being said reveals how well you knew or didn't know the deceased. And two, how much the departed was willing to reveal about himself.You are dead. You, my best friend and the friend everybody loved. You, who knew where the best parties were being thrown this side of Detroit. You, who discovered the location of the cool clubs in every city you visited. You, who turned every stranger you ever met into an immediate friend.I'm sitting here in our small, red brick chil...

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“Rebel Image” by Angela Guthrie

Submitted to Contest #101

They say that your reflection in the mirror is not what others see when they look at you. I'm a witness that this is very true. My name is Tabitha. Yes, I know that people of a certain age will think of the daughter of the most famous witch on television. However, I was actually named after the woman in the Bible.I had always been chubby. When I was a little girl and ate chips, cookies, cakes, and pizza nonstop, everyone thought that I was cute and that it was just a phase. However, as I got older and puberty hit, my parents became more conc...

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“The Art of Hospitality” by Angela Guthrie

Submitted to Contest #100

He had been taught that bread unshared is bread unblessed when someone else is hungry, whether man or beast, friend or stranger. The Wedding by Dorothy WestShe was an exemplary chef, a graduate of one of the finest cooking schools in France. In her spacious kitchen with its mosaic tiled floors and jewel toned backsplash, the delectable smell of duck a l' orange permeated the air. Green beans with almonds, crab salad, and chilled wine completed the menu. The oval shaped cherry oak table in the extensive dining room, covered with an ecru lace...

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“Three for the Road” by Angela Guthrie

Submitted to Contest #99

Author’s note: I don’t approve of animals smoking, drugging farmers, or picking up strangers.😉“Turn it up girl, because this party is about to be lit!” Cassie grabbed a cigarette from Heather and struck the match with her polished hoof, giggling as the flame ignited the cigarette. Heather leaned over to turn up the radio, before smoothing out her ruffled feathers, while reclining in the passenger seat.“I’m so looking forward to this vacation in the big apple. My cousin Thomas says to be sure and take a big bite out of it,“ Heather stated. “I...

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“A Chasm” by Angela Guthrie

Submitted to Contest #96

The best way to describe them was inseparable. Two exquisite moppets romping around the moth eaten vegetable garden, near an old dilapidated house. Their infectious laughter rang out like tinkling glass. Ava with her beautiful smooth mahogany skin, enormous chocolate eyes and tiny coils that framed her lovely face led Susannah into the tool shed. The butterfly they were trying to capture had landed inside. Susannah with her porcelain skin, azure eyes, and sun kissed curls tried to stifle the burgeoning giggle that was trying to escape. Ava, ...

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“The Funeral” by Angela Guthrie

Submitted to Contest #95

Yesterday you went to a funeral. The death was inevitable. In hindsight, it should of been expected. The departed will not be missed.**************Sometimes being a Christian can lull you into a false sense of security. It's a mindset that some people adopt that states only bad things happen to the unsaved. That's not true, but in superficial Christian world that seems to be the prevalent thought.You grew up in a house where being a Christian was mandatory. There was no discussion or choice. You sat in the uncomfortable wooden pews on Sunday...

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“Stygian” by Angela Guthrie

Submitted to Contest #92

Beep beep beep! Marta slammed her alarm clock against the wall. The persistent lack of sleep she had been getting in the last few months was affecting her in disturbing ways. Dashing around her cramped and cluttered apartment like a mad woman, she rushed to get ready for work. Gobbling up a piece of dried toast she barely tasted she stormed out the door.The heat of the scorching sun hit the back of her neck that was exposed by her newly cropped pixie cut. Marching down the once bright pavement while lost in deep thought, Marta berated hersel...

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Author bio

Aspiring writer, Mom of two precious girls, Wife of the world’s best husband, Ambassador for Christ www.angela-guthrie.com