Beth Lawrence

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jul, 2020

Stories (8)

8 Stories

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“To Whom It Belongs ” by Beth Lawrence

Submitted to Contest #121

I'd never imagined that this one, simple act could ever have gotten so much positive attention.  Who would’ve thought it?  I mean, I didn’t do anything that no one else would’ve done, given the circumstances. Who would stand there and do nothing? Not one soul. My fame though shall be short-lived, as it is not I who is owing this award of bravery. I am honoured you picked up my story, but I must make it clear, it is not a tale that is my own, but that of someone who cannot speak for themselves.  I was asleep when I firs...

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“Pastel de Laranja ” by Beth Lawrence

Submitted to Contest #71

vovóEndearing Portuguese term for Granny / GrandmotherThe room was functional and minimalist in style, but still managed to feel warm and enticing. The feature was undoubtedly the gigantic cheese plant dominating one entire corner. A mulberry and raspberry candle ignited a sweet, honeyed aroma to the air. Maria felt comfortable here. The counsellor had kind eyes, and closed them unhurriedly as she savoured each sip of her green tea. “Had you ever considered trying to bake any of them yourself?” the counsellor suggests with a sincer...

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“Idle doddles ” by Beth Lawrence

Submitted to Contest #64

They think I don’t know. But I do.I shall not disclose my name. As I despise it. Whatever prompted my dearest mother to afford me such a wearisome name I shall never understand. So I will just wish a good morning to you. I’m not entirely sure why you felt the need to pick up my story today, but I won’t be ungracious and refuse to tell it.I live with Pappa, a profoundly intolerable man, of whom I have nothing whatsoever in common. He is barely home, and when he is, I can hear his bark from all the way down in the parlour. He’s a Mutton Shunte...

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“Anyone for an epilator? ” by Beth Lawrence

Submitted to Contest #57

“Better late than never, I guess” Jade sighs at the sight of the curious man standing on her doorstep. His once dark, thick mane now replaced with limp, grey strands beneath his flat cap. He wears the same classic oxford shoes (despite it being mid-June) with tweed trousers and a matching waistcoat. His appearance suits his eccentricity. She reluctantly waves him in, as if coerced by an unknown persuasion.Jade is craving a stiff drink, but for fear it could lead to questions, it being only 10.30 in the morning, she opts instead to head for t...

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“Muffin said ” by Beth Lawrence

Submitted to Contest #56

“Will you turn that racket down George!”“Mum! If I can’t play it loud then what’s the point?! You need it loud to appreciate the bass...you of all people should know that?”George, yet again, perplexed by his own flesh and blood seemingly having no respect for his taste in music, rolls his eyes and reluctantly turns the music down by one notch.Berry doesn’t need this right now. Why does he always fight everything I say? Berry has remained single long enough. When George and Harry were much younger, it was a given that they needed her undivide...

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“The stairs ” by Beth Lawrence

Submitted to Contest #54

He’d been here before. The stairs were spiralling up, out of sight. The journey to walk them exhausted him. No matter how much he exerted himself, he still found himself at the bottom of them. He continued and pushed on, but got nowhere. Each look above was greeted by the same scene of endless stairs, going up, up, up. He was out of breath and paused for a moment, he looked above, and then below. He’d made absolutely no progress. How was this even possible? He’d been climbing for hours now. The staircase was glimmering with a golden sheen un...

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“The Tardis ” by Beth Lawrence

Submitted to Contest #50

Every time Harry came here, the experience was the same. He’d climb his way up the wooden slats, paying careful attention to every grip and hand hold. Despite having done this countless times, the experience brought him immeasurable joy. How blessed he was, to have been born into this family. To have inherited such a undeniably amazing retreat. If people only knew.The boys at school didn’t know. They wouldn’t care. Harry was just the odd one, and always would be. It didn’t matter that he was intelligent, thoughtful, caring and grateful. They...

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“Never judge a book by its cover ” by Beth Lawrence

Submitted to Contest #49

She couldn’t quite believe her eyes. He matched the description - blue jeans, yellow and red tartan shirt, weather-beaten brown Timberland boots and a chequered blue cap. It had to be him. The only other person in the waiting room was a young mother, looking weary and vexed by her over-enthusiastic and boisterous twin boys causing havoc with their toy cars and planes. The scene evokes a feeling of nostalgia for her. She would play with her cousin as a young child, and would often be forced to play his choice of amusement rather than hers. He...

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Author bio

I’m just running with my imagination here and enjoying it immensely! Happy to receive constructive criticism 👍