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Bärbel Morsch

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Aug, 2024

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Grumpy Hrmphy

Submitted to Contest #281

In Santa's bustling workshop at the North Pole, amidst the scent of gingerbread and pine needles, there was a particularly grumpy elf named Scotty. He was known for his constant "Hrmph" sound whenever something displeased him, which was very often. The other elves, their cheerful faces aglow with the joy of the season, soon started calling him "Hrmphy," much to his annoyance. The clatter of machinery and the chatter of his fellow elves filled the air, as Scotty worked silently, which he mostly did - apart from an occasional "Hrmph" here and ...

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A Giver of Joy and a Bringer of Smiles

Submitted to Contest #280

"Well, well, well. If it isn't my favorite patient. I was starting to think you'd fled the country to escape my tender mercies.""Escape you? Please. I've just been busy living my life, which occasionally involves things like falling down and chipping teeth.""Falling down? Well I thought maybe someone gave you a teeth rattler?""Ha ha, very funny. But no, my dental distress is self-inflicted this time. No boxing required.""You mean you finally cracked under the pressure of your own witty repartee? Well, I'm not surprised. Your mouth has always...

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They Call Me Sky

Submitted to Contest #279

He woke slowly, struggling to find himself in this vast sea of pain. It seemed as if he could still hear the shrill alarm, the horrified cries of his crewmates, the shattering of the spaceship. He blinked, trying to see something. Everything was white, and the light far too glaring. He heard the steady beeping of machines and wondered where he was. He tried to move but couldn't, as if something was holding him down. His head felt like it was about to split open at any moment, and he closed his eyes. Panic rose within him, and he tried to sup...

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The Naughty List

Submitted to Contest #278

"Little Timmy forgot to brush his teeth. Twice!" Kris Kringle's voice boomed through his workshop as if he was announcing the apocalypse.Ethel Kringle-Claus lowered her crochet needles. "Little Timmy?""Yes, Little Timmy Morgan, 247 Tinsel Drive, Washington," Kris declared with the gravity of a judge about to sentence someone for stealing cars. "And last Tuesday, he didn't clean his room.""There are husbands who never clean their workshop," Ethel remarked drily.Kris deflated slightly and got up from his desk.After three centuries of marriage,...

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Thirty-Three Summers Ago

Submitted to Contest #277

The workshop had taught me many things. How to shape wood, how to read grain, how to turn raw timber into something beautiful. But Master Jonathan’s first lesson – the one I learned fastest – was simple: don’t question him. Never. I was polishing a newly finished chair when the workshop door burst open. Cornelius, the wandering merchant, swept in like an autumn leaf, his ridiculous green coat rustling.„My dearest friends!“ he exclaimed, his well-groomed goatee barely concealing a smile that seemed both too bright and too knowing.Master Jonat...

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One Year to Saturn

Submitted to Contest #275

Yes, one year to Saturn - that was the theory, at least. Humanity's first solo mission to the ringed planet, carefully planned down to the last detail. But barely six hours into the mission, just as I passed Moon's orbit, this massive - and I mean massive beyond any human scale of measurement - alien ship, its hull stretching across what must be thousands and thousands of kilometers, as if these units even matter at this terrifying scale - barely missed my vessel, sending me spinning through violent turbulence. You know, all those decades of...

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The End of the World

Submitted to Contest #274

Alright. I’m going insane. Now I’m really going insane. Earlier this morning, I’ve had doubts whether the neighbor’s house was yellow or blue yesterday, but now I know better. Right before my eyes… damn it – right before my damn own eyes, the color is changing! Just like that. Not because the sun is shining or a shadow is falling. No. Simply from one moment to the next. Bam. Now it’s green. I’m going insane.It’s been like this for days. In the morning, I look in the mirror, and if I’m lucky, my reflection hasn’t changed. Sometimes I wak...

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Martha's Masterpiece

Submitted to Contest #273

Trigger Warning: This story contains themes of exploitation, psychological distress, and disturbing revelations. It deals with sensitive subject matter that some readers may find upsetting.***At 702 Warwick Road, a quaint sign shaped like a dollhouse once beckoned visitors: "Experience Martha Bunny's Unique Collection. Open daily. Admission: $1" The promise of wonder and amazement drew crowds from far and wide, each eager to witness the marvels that lay behind the weathered wooden door.Martha Bunny's Museum of Curiosities was the talk of the...

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