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Angela Morrissey

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Apr, 2020

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Dial E for Espionage

February 1993 Well, it’s the start of a new school year at St. Mary and St. Martha’s Girls’ Grammar. I’m now in Year Nine and have decided to continue on with learning German, which was offered at my school in Years Seven and Eight. I’ve also enrolled in two other language electives including French and Latin. February 1995     I’ve decided that I want to be a diplomat when I leave school and have decided that I wanted to learn six subjects in Year Eleven including two Mathematics, English, History of Revolutions Units ...

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Caribbean Queen

It had always been my dream to do something spectacular with my life. Firstly, I wanted to be a professional singer but I knew that I had to have a backup plan so I studied for my Diploma in teaching. I was happy to be able to intellectually stimulate the minds of young people.     I have a short, black bob style of haircut, dark eyes and long, coltish legs. I’m just your typical girl from the swinging 60s really! * * * A new year and a new career. I just got a job at a junior high school in the Bronx. It’s 1964 and the c...

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Sunset and the Stranger

Submitted to Contest #96

Dusty wind blew across the high plains as a stranger drove into town. He cruised along the road looking through sunglasses with his arm rested on the open car window. He drove a 1964 Ford Thunderbird with the AM radio blaring out classic Oz Rock. On the seat beside him was a newspaper with the headlines screaming: “Troops Ship out to the Persian Gulf.” It was late 1990 and this airman was soon to be sent to Iraq. He needed a place to stay for the night and a place to drown his sorrows before he was shipped off.     He got...

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Desert Romance

Submitted to Contest #72

David Ruff squatted in the sand and waited. He shouldered a machine gun, shivering from the cold night. Men similar to him wearing the same NATO uniform of khaki complete with army boots surrounded him. His green eyes widened as he took in the surrounds of the city of Ramzah the capital of al-Raman, a tiny kingdom sandwiched between Iran and Turkmenistan. It was the peacekeepers mission to keep the USSR out and stop them from invading this country where the people spoke a language that was a combination of Farsi and Arabic. Much of the city ...

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The Manor by the Sea

Submitted to Contest #64

Lena ran through the forest as the rain poured. The trees were like a blur as she ran barefoot through the thicket. Her ruffled, white dress stuck to her body and her dark hair was plastered on her dark skin. She was drawn to a mysterious sound that bashed a haunting melody through the cloudy night. Lena headed in the direction of the eerie composition until she saw where it was coming from. She stopped and listened. It was the harmony of a pipe organ coming from an imposing, gothic manor on a windswept peninsula high above the bellowing sea...

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The Date From Hell

Submitted to Contest #63

Kayla and Hans-Erik were seated by a waitress in the café nestled in the heart of Bendigo. Kayla was unaware of the quiet chatter of the nearby café patrons. She was purely focused on the man who sat in front of her. He was a six foot two, twenty-one year old who’d just arrived from Berlin. June her colleague from work had set her up on a blind date with him. He was to visit her school and pop into her German classes later in the week.     ‘So, what would you recommend a German backpacker who has just arrived in Australia...

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Mundus

Submitted to Contest #60

The rain pelted down onto the vast fields and caused the ground to become slippery, brown sludge. As a consequence, this made the task of toiling much harder for the workers who hammered into these grounds, which belonged to their ruler, the Whore of Babylon, Ulrika. She was the supreme matriarch who governed the Democratic People’s Republic of Mundus.     ‘Worker 088068-666!’ screamed a voice from the megaphone.     Aki, one of the young workers, recognised the voice of their ruler. He looked up into ...

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Brett Brown is a Bully and a Bastard

Submitted to Contest #58

Brody Speroni stood fidgeting with the satchel he shouldered as he stood in front of the class with his new teacher Miss Sewell introducing him. Once the introductions were over and with a dry mouth he was forced to say something about himself he was shown to his seat in a cluster of tables with some other students.     The sixteen-year-old got out his Braille machine so that he could take down notes from the board. He heard the whispers from the group something, of which he should be used to by now, as he placed it on th...

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Half Truths

Submitted to Contest #55

Samara looked at the address again as the taxi sped off. Her late sister’s scrawl had always been difficult to read and the name and address surrounded by love hearts at the back of her travel journal was no exception. Samara looked up at the monstrous dwelling in front of her. Had her sister really had an affair with its resident, which she had described in great detail in her travel journal?     The twenty-five-year-old waited after she rang the bell before the door was opened. Samara looked up at the young man who stoo...

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Love in a Time of Corona

Submitted to Contest #53

‘Hands off! It’s mine!’     ‘No it isn’t! I saw it first!’     Mikey watched as the two overweight women fought over the last packet of toilet rolls. They were wearing face masks and gloves but you could see their Bonds underwear, which had been pulled up instead of being hidden by their tracksuit pants.    That’s when he saw her. A woman in all her youthful splendour. A lock of coal-black hair had escaped from her green hijab. He continued to stare at her from where he stood in the aisl...

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Secrets from the Past

Submitted to Contest #51

Peggy-Lee Williams had just got a job up in Darwin as a Psychiatric nurse after graduating from her nursing training. The year was 1970 and winds of change were blowing across the sunburnt country although the Vietnam War was still raging in South East Asia and the twenty-one year old was coming across newly returned soldiers every day as they were shipped back from the conflict zone.     There was a new condition called post-traumatic stress disorder, a psychological disturbance lasting more than one month following stre...

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There is a Ghost in my Tree House

Submitted to Contest #50

Aimée sat down in her tree house. It was a slightly dilapidated box made of different types of wood with the paint peeling off. The week had been like any other with the young woman enjoying her Textiles class at school. Now it was time to relax as she usually did all day on the weekend in her sanctuary and secret place. It was only noon and she had the entire day to relax in her special area.     The sun shone through the window providing a bright light in the tree fort.     ‘What are you doing here?’...

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Hot Pursuit

Submitted to Contest #50

I can’t believe I’ve done it, no, not me – just an innocent street kid in my seventeenth year of life and I’m already facing death.     They had my back up against the wall and now it’s worse. The Malaysian cops are after me and I’m at the point where I’ll get hanged if I’m caught! I’m now hiding in a jungle in Malaysia. I’ve just run away from two custom officers that had seen the deadly death threat. Oh, man! When I saw the two officers come up to me with that “you’re in for it” expression on their faces I just knew tha...

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The Beauty Within

Submitted to Contest #48

Raquel gazed at her reflection as she brushed her impossibly straight chestnut hair that framed a pudgy face. Hazel eyes stared back at her. She’d given up on the idea of Cinderella one day staring back at her. Knowing that it wouldn’t make much difference, she applied some red lipstick before heading out the door to the school where she worked.     Gathered around the staffroom table was the popular group of teachers including the man she secretly had a crush on: Nick Jones. To this day, this six feet something man with ...

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Pancake Day

Submitted to Contest #48

The pans were lined up in the staffroom on Monday ready for Shrove Tuesday. Phoebe O’Malley, the rookie teacher from the country and her “mentor,” the grey haired, middle aged mule with thirty years experience were the only two left in the large staffroom.     ‘Hey, hotshot,’ Heather-Maree said, turning to the young woman. ‘Are you planning on cooking any pancakes in your class tomorrow?’     Phoebe smiled her usual strained, fake smile. She wondered if Heather-Maree had once been like her, a young, id...

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