Becca Ward

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jan, 2021

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“The White Picket Fence ” by Becca Ward

It reached around our house like a protective parent. Our white picket fence. Our white house, our sanctuary within it. It gleamed and shone with the confidence of belonging. It existed because everyone had a white picket fence outside their white wooden houses, and when I was born, we were everyone.I sometimes imagine that we stayed in that house with that white picket fence until I was old enough to move out on my own. Like everyone else.Me as everyone, riding the yellow bus...

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“The Tragedy of the Seed Sower” by Becca Ward

"There you are," The woman One murmured as she bent down to sow her seed. Her chances were better with seeds than babies; fewer of them died after touching her. She thought maybe murmuring helped. "You'll be fine."His blade glinting in the sun, her male guard stepped closer. The stick in his hand also held promise, though not an immediate threat. Unlike some, he didn't seem to be the violent type. He'd never hit her for the fun of it, like some. Glancing into his face, she glimpsed his eyes observing her. Light brown, th...

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“Educating Emily” by Becca Ward

Grow up. The words rolled around in Emily’s head like rubbish on a windy day. Grow up, grow up, grow up! But, she reasoned, she measured taller today than last week. Surely that was something.Her older sister said this whenever Emily asked a curious question. Her mother said it when Emily asked why one too many times, and her father said it whenever she talked too much over dinner. But it wasn’t her fault, she reasoned. Why should her thoughts be less interesting<...

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“Risky Beaches” by Becca Ward

As a child, I worried grown ups in my life because I was too wild. Too impulsive. A kid with blond hair and blue-grey eyes (eyes that mirrored my father's), I nonetheless grew up in Africa, the land of wild animals and exotic spaces. My nature, unlike my look, fit the space. Today, when the promise of Spring peeks its head out of the cold in England, I rise-and-shine to the memories spent in a different sunshine. Like the day I almost ran into a hippopotamus and lived to tell the tale, for example. What a day that was!

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Author bio

I'm a teacher, student, wife, mother, traveller, TCK, and I generally enjoy exploring the why's in the world.