Ann Hunwicks

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Sep, 2019

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“Unicorns and Doves” by Ann Hunwicks

Submitted to Contest #33

The courier walked in Allie’s direction, pushing a cart full of boxes and bubble envelopes. He steered the cart with one hand and in the palm of the other balanced an elaborately wrapped box.Allie recognized the squeaking of cartwheels and looked up from her keyboard. She zeroed in on the stylishly wrapped box—same as the two previous ones delivered in the two previous months.Her body stiffened.“Nooo.” The word came out in a sudden and unexpected burst. In a Nano second, she clamped her hands over her mouth, muffing the end of her scream. No...

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“An Eventful Encounter” by Ann Hunwicks

Submitted to Contest #16

"I was trapped. Couldn't get out. Looked up and around. No way out," George calmly stated as he looked at the psychiatrist recording his every word. "The hole was about seven feet in all directions. Meant I couldn't climb out either. Trapped for sure," he added.George paused, took a deep breath and stared into space. Mr. Trenton waited a few more seconds, glanced down at his notes, then prodded,"What thoughts were going through your mind when trapped in this hole?""I thought my life was over for sure. No one around to help me, to pull m...

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“What Goes Around” by Ann Hunwicks

Submitted to Contest #11

What Comes Around Jake stood in the middle of the aisle, hanging onto the handle of the stroller. The empty stroller. A few minutes ago, it held two and a half year old Trevor. He scanned the floor of the department store. Any direction he looked, he saw clothes hanging from circular racks. Dresses, blouses, slacks and sweaters were grouped according to sizes stencilled on large tags mounted above the circular tubes. Women browsed, admired and touched the displays. Approaching noon, the large department store bustled with shop...

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“Waves of Truth” by Ann Hunwicks

Submitted to Contest #5

Waves of TruthHorns blare through the fog. People run and shout. Announcements pierce the air.“All on deck. Everyone on deck. Now.” I stand by the railing on the main deck with my backpack slung over one shoulder, all my possessions stuffed into one bag. I brought it down to breakfast with me as I want it in my field of vision at all times. I hold on tight to ensure the gusts of wind don’t snatch it away from my grasp.The message from the captain is clear and precise with an authoritative voice behind it, necessary to keep...

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