Catherine Burford

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Oct, 2019

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7 Stories

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“"Face it, Oaklyn." ” by Catherine Burford

Submitted to Contest #186

“Oaklynn, don’t do it.” “What?”  “It.” “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “Uh, yeah, you do.” “Please explain in greater detail. If you know me so well, then you know better than to be vague with me.” “Ugh, I can’t believe I’m stuck with you.” “You and me both.” “Look here, smarty. I know you’re thinking about telling Lydia how you really feel.” “I have every right to tell her how I feel.” “Do you, though? You blew it. You always blow it. Get over it.” “That’s just it. She keeps telling me to “get over it”, no matter what it is. ...

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“Lucky Duck” by Catherine Burford

Submitted to Contest #115

TW: Brief mention of a hanging. Piper always played on the safe side. If you dared her to tiptoe through a path of broken glass, she’d suggest replacing them with Legos. If you invited her to a party, she’d only go if there was a cat or dog for her to interact with. If you invited her to go bowling with some friends, she’d make up some story of how she’s allergic to bowling balls. The only way to crack open that shell was to give her no other option. That shell finally started to crack when Piper spent the night at her friend Quinn’s hou...

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“TTYL” by Catherine Burford

Submitted to Contest #34

Thurs, June 1, 3:05pm MADISON: Hello?AVERY: Sup.MADISON: You must be my new pen pal.I’m Madison.AVERY: More like your Internet pal.I’m Avery. Nice to meet you.MADISON: Where are you from?AVERY: Uranus.MADISON: Cool. I’m from Neptune,so we’re practically neighbors.AVERY: Lol! I’m actually from Texas.MADISON: Where in Texas?AVERY: Look, we only just met, so I’m notready to give you my number and address.MADISON: Sorry. I’ve lived in Tennesseeall my life.AVERY: I used to live in Chicago, but I had tomove because of my dad’s job.MADISON: Wh...

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“Meek Mouse, Hidden Lioness ” by Catherine Burford

Submitted to Contest #15

There wasn’t really much going on in Mrs. Moore’s fourth period AP English class. It was a Thursday morning and half of the class was out sick. Since there were only five students seated in the room and Mrs. Moore didn’t really have anything planned that day, she let them do whatever they wanted. She trusted her students to be on their best behavior as she left to drop something off in the office.           Tyler, who had played multiple sports since he was eight, immediately pulled...

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“The White Raven Inn” by Catherine Burford

Submitted to Contest #13

Wanda Matthews and Shelby Jones were the last people to check into the White Raven Inn before it closed its doors for good in 1987. It all started when Wanda made a bet that Shelby couldn’t make it through Halloween Night without running out of the Victorian home-turned-hotel screaming. Although Shelby hated being scared, she was always extremely competitive. It didn’t matter if it involved boys, haunted houses, or dangerous stunts; she hated losing and being seen as weak. It didn’t take long for the college student from Boston to give into ...

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“What's On The Island?” by Catherine Burford

Submitted to Contest #11

When I was twelve years old, my parents called it quits. My mom chose her new family over us, leaving my dad no choice but to take me to the small town of Christy, North Carolina. He left me in the care of some relatives while he ran off to ask an old friend of his for a new job. Once he could get hired and settled, he would send for me.            “Don’t worry, Kelly,” he told me as he dropped me off. “Everything is going to be fine sooner or later.”     &n...

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“My Only Friend in the World ” by Catherine Burford

Submitted to Contest #10

For the third time this month, I set up my easel. I had about ten mini containers of paint, five different paintbrushes, a palette to mix my colors with, and a cup of water. As I tied my blonde hair up into a ponytail, I gazed at the brunette princess Barbie doll I had propped up on a table. On her left was a mini Christmas tree with all of its ornaments removed, and on her right was a toy dragon I had stolen-I mean borrowed-from my brother. The only things I painted on the canvas were a blue sky and green hills. I was finally going to paint...

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