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Ann Walker

Author on Reedsy Prompts since May, 2022

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Truth or Deceit

Ann Walker

Submitted to Contest #272

The trial of Ms. Jones began in a stifling courtroom on a sweltering June afternoon in the year of 1856. Sunlight streamed through the high windows, casting sharp beams onto the worn wooden floors. The room buzzed with quiet whispers as the townspeople crowded in to witness the outcome of the most scandalous case they’d ever seen. At the center of it all sat Ms. Jones—poised, unmoved, and remarkably serene. Across from her, Mr. Edward, a sharp-eyed attorney, looked ready to tear her apart.   “Ms. Jones, let us begin,” Mr. Edward’s voice...

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The Prison Of One's Own Making

Ann Walker

Submitted to Contest #190

As he stood at the graveside, Tom vowed to get revenge. He had lost his wife and child in a car accident caused by a drunk driver. The driver, who had been sentenced to just two years in prison, was now a free man, living his life as if nothing had happened.  But Tom couldn't forget the pain and the anger. He started to obsess over the idea of revenge, spending countless hours researching the driver's every move.  One day, Tom's persistence paid off. He discovered that the driver, a young man named Logan, had been working at a loca...

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Department of Eternal Afterlife Direction, better known as DEAD©

Ann Walker

Submitted to Contest #163

My eyes fluttered open, the sweet sound of birds chirping outside my window. My vision focused, my bedroom around me became clear from the fuzziness of slumber. I smelled coffee, and sleepily rose from my bed, tossing my comforter aside and swinging my legs over, my feet softly kissing the cold hardwood floor. I rubbed my eyes and stretched my arms up over my head, then lazily stood up. I shuffled to the kitchen, when to my surprise I stumbled upon a hooded figure. A black cloak and hood were shrouding this being, so from where I was sta...

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01001001

Ann Walker

Submitted to Contest #162

There’s no real use for stories or creativity anymore. I suppose my urge to write this down is my last human instinct for self preservation. I want to believe no one wanted this end for our world. I’ve been scrunched up in this small room for hours trying to find the words to describe what has happened last month.   My husband and I decided to go out tonight for our twentieth wedding anniversary. We have been fans of this absolutely delicious restaurant, ‘The Nightingale’, since our first date together. Henry and I have witnessed ...

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189 Downing Street, Little Windsor, Sutton.

Ann Walker

Submitted to Contest #155

This story contains sensitive content including mild language, violence, and abuse. July 18, 1814Dearest Domonique, Being my most trusted and longest-lasting friend, I thought it necessary to document the events of the happenings here at the estate of Bancroft. Let not cloudiness or muddle headedness interfere with the truth of such events. I would find it unarguable that the “good news” is the easiest to divulge, given most circumstances. The good news, in short, is I am finally free of the wretched company of the Duke of Dradevow, Sir...

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Transtemporal Temperance

Ann Walker

Submitted to Contest #154

This story contains brief discriptions of violence. The lights brightened, revealing a light, lilac background and plain white floors. Around the set, there were two tables, one with chairs and one without. There was also a vacant area to the right for demonstrations. There were about one hundred seats on this television set, each one of them filled to see this fantastic new product that was just released. A tall, beautiful blonde woman walked out from behind one of the set walls in a pale orange pantsuit. It was perfect marketing, with t...

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The Day Time Cracked and Love was Wasted

Ann Walker

Submitted to Contest #154

This story contains mild offensive language There comes a time in life, after the wonder and mystery of adolescence has receded into only the deepest corners of our memories, when the truth of one’s intention calls to action a dire decision. Greek mythology teaches us about the idea of twin flames; when the Great Spirit, or God, took a soul and split it in half. The twins are drawn to one another, they feel familiar and in tune with the very beat of the other’s heart. A fantasy of a thought unless of course, you have had a chance to love y...

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The Explicit Regrets of Unwarrented Love

Ann Walker

Submitted to Contest #153

This story contains sensitive content including substance abuse, physical violence, and mental health.  Ask anyone in town what I think of seventy-six-year-old Bonnie Jennings, and you’ll get a different answer each time, and each version is correct. I’ve always made my feelings for this woman quite clear, not in a look-at-my-hatred-for-this-woman sort of way but sincerely, honestly and openly. You see, to most people, Bonnie was the sweet little old woman next door. She was kind and thoughtful, and no one had anything bad to say abou...

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The Fortune of Fate

Ann Walker

Submitted to Contest #152

My name is Tristan Sowle, and on August 15, 2010 my life changed forever. I was born in Fallholt, Nebraska on July 7, 2001 to my mother and father, Ivory and Calvin Sowle. They were both born in this town before me, their parents hailing before them from other continents such as England and Australia. They made my childhood absolutely incredible, and I couldn’t thank them enough. I’m not sure if I’ll ever get to, though.  That night, on August 15th, our family got ready for bed as usual. My parents slept downstairs, and I was upstairs....

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