Bill Willoughby

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Aug, 2020

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“The Mountainside” by Bill Willoughby

Submitted to Contest #77

Many, many years ago, when tigers used to smoke, there lived an old man on a mountain. He lived in a secluded cabin far, far away from any other people. He was happy there alone with nothing but his own thoughts. Until he met her. Life became brighter. His beautiful wife, a lovely creature, all smiles and sunshine, pretty blonde curls, blue eyes the color of the clear running mountain stream that flowed past their cabin. Her voice as soft and sweet as the tufted titmouse, she would sing all day while she worked around the cabin. He could h...

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“A Perfect Life” by Bill Willoughby

Submitted to Contest #68

This was supposed to the happiest day of their lives, up to that point, at least. The entire family had been there for their wedding. The vows were exchanged, the people clapped and cheered, the cake was cut, the dances were danced, the music and champagne flowed, the guests laughed, and the couple ran through a shower of rice.The car was decorated by the best man, the groomsmen, and the bride’s cousin. They pulled out of the church parking lot and drove away from the city they had grown up in.It had all started way back in third grade; they...

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“Death of a Cup” by Bill Willoughby

Submitted to Contest #58

It’s dark in here. Very dark. I can see a brightness around the edges of the door but it doesn’t provide much light. I can see enough to see there are others in here with me. No one says anything though. Maybe they’re as scared as I am. Should I break the silence and say something? I guess not. I’ll just wait and see what happens. I'm a prisoner. They can’t keep me in here forever. Can they? I have no idea. I just sit here. What else can I do? It’s not like I can get up and move around. If I could where would I go? Out the door? Who ...

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“F**k it’s hot!” by Bill Willoughby

Submitted to Contest #53

This has been going on for almost two weeks now. I can’t stand it anymore! Not even a cloud in the sky. Sweat pouring off me as I work. Why in the world did I get a job paving roads? Hot, melted tarmac, black and steaming. And here I stand with a shovel in my hand spreading it. It’s miserable. My t-shirt is soaked through and sticking to my skin. We have to wear these fluorescent yellow vests, hard hats, and steel toed boots. I can feel the sweat running down the crack of my butt. It itches. I need a drink of cold water but until this s...

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