Avril Armstrong

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Nov, 2020

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“The Tree” by Avril Armstrong

Submitted to Contest #240

The Tree 2647 words The wind raged through the winter-blackened branches of the great forest with the ferocity of the sea-wolves, from whose land it came. The oaks creaked and swayed with the blast, acknowledging the force, but holding fast against the attack - just as the humans, who lived on the forest fringes, held fast, trying to repel the warriors from over the water - warriors who came in dragon-ships to destroy, pillage, steal - and then retreat across the ...

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“Fair Exchange” by Avril Armstrong

Submitted to Contest #240

Fair Exchange words 2203The breeze chills my skin and whips wisps of hair into my eyes. I ball fists into my pockets and hug my jacket close. Why the text? Meet me. Peacock Manor after work. Please come. Pretty please. What's Will up to? Peacock Manor. Sounds flash.. Where is this place anyway? Miles from the bus stop. Huge houses. Too posh by half. Too hilly in these heels - and all those tree roots bulging up out of the pavement. The wind's stronger up here, whistling through the branches. Makes me shiver. Wow. There's ...

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“Looking for Excitement ” by Avril Armstrong

Submitted to Contest #191

  Looking for Excitement? 1471 words ex. title Haruto stepped out of the elevator feigning a confidence he didn't feel. Nine young men wearing masks stood in line. As he watched, one of them swayed and fainted to the floor. An older man, wearing a striped, wide-belted, kimono, jerked his head, indicating for Haruto to join the line up, then he dragged the body of the unconscious youth across to the elevator, bundled it in and pressed the DOWN arrow. Haruto took his place in the vacated gap...

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“Leader of the Pack” by Avril Armstrong

Submitted to Contest #110

Leader of the Pack 2153 words Bill, Gary and Chuck were the Tigers. They rode their cherished motorbikes, wore their fringed leathers and swept past lines of traffic, with arrogance – and not a little aggression. What do all those jerks in tin cages crawling along the Interstate know about living? On their big two-wheelers, customised with top-of-the-range, after-market extras, studded rawhide saddlebags and a stash of bolt-on chrome garbage, they wove through the g...

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Author bio

Living in the UK. Adore hill walking. Pre Covid I spent lots of time in France. I enjoy independent travel. Love India and the best time there was by motorbike to the NW Himalaya, Himalchal Pradesh, by Royal Enfield. Also enjoy writing poetry in all forms.