Charlotte Bedford

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jan, 2021

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“Butterfly” by Charlotte Bedford

I first noticed it when I was walking past the old antique shop at the bottom of my road. I don’t usually look at my reflection in the shop windows due to the fear of seeing something I don’t like, but I had caught a glimpse of a golden butterfly necklace on the display board. I had an unusual obsession with butterflies at the time, I viewed them as the perfect combination of beauty and freedom; two words which never wen...

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“Shoemaker” by Charlotte Bedford

Our story begins in the dead of night. The moon, full from eating the evening light, hovers in the sky not sure whether to leave or stay because it too is scared of the shadows. The woods stretched for miles, engulfing the land in a mixture of greens, browns, and darkness; a small village was located in the centre, isolated from the rest of the world. This village was called Elfen, translated to Elves. This was due to th...

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“The Border” by Charlotte Bedford

Her name was Light. Her hair was arranged in corn-rows, each braided with threads of light which spread down her back like luminescence from a lamp; her eyes were glowing golden, the lightbulbs of her body, which were positioned midway down her round face. Freckles radiated across her cheeks, each in the shape of little stars that twinkled in the light from her eyes. Light’s fingertips bled into the glow around her, so t...

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“The Wave's Secrets” by Charlotte Bedford

Cobweb cove. That is the name of where our tale is set. The large, towering rocks built the walls of this fortress, while the foaming waves built the tomb. Sedimentary rocks piled high on each corner, with deformed, warped and confused layers which twisted and turned in unusual curves and bumps. Salty sea waves stroked the edges of the cove with its fingers and jumped to lick the tips of the stone, as if tasting the natu...

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“The Secretaries” by Charlotte Bedford

I had just placed my files down on my desk on a dreary Thursday morning, the files colour coded from ‘urgent’ all the way to ‘I could probably get away with saying I forgot’. As a secretary, I tend to keep getting work and nothing, but the urgent jobs get done, for example, I have some files here from a year ago and therefore some poor man from Georgia probably hasn’t got his pension in a while. But is that really my pro...

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“The Sea's Voices” by Charlotte Bedford

If one travels to the edge of the map and a little bit further, they will pass into the borders of the Pearl Sea; where the waters run as glossy, thick stretches of shimmering fluid, viscous as pudding and sweet like sugar cane. The waves lap over each other like folds of dough when making fresh croissants and mist climbs the sky, emerging from the heated waters that steam its contents like buns. This is the home of the ...

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“The Final Act” by Charlotte Bedford

The date was 1836, the month was October, the day was the 31st and the night was coming. The wind was howling at the moon as it ran through the trees and the rain drops punched the delicate leaves of the oak tree forest, cascading down like shards of glass from the opium sky. Crackles, Crunching, Choruses of lightning shook the murky clouds that infested the sky, snuffing out the stars and covering their tracks; thunderi...

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“Fireman Sam” by Charlotte Bedford

A deep ocean blue, skin-tight dress clung to her curvy figure; a pair of black wedge heels dangled from her ankles and her hair was down in luscious coffee waves. She strutted through the doors of the night club into the smoky aroma of the bar and through to the garden to puff a cigarette. She took a lighter out of her purse, along with a cigarette from a full packet and fumbled to light the end. No flame flickered and t...

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“Hearts” by Charlotte Bedford

The light penetrated her fluffy eyelashes, causing dancing dandelions to prance across her vision; opening her eyes further she gazed around at the expanse that stretched up to the horizon as if pulled taut by the sun. Unconsciously she flattened down her jet black hair and patted down her blood red dress to try iron out the wrinkles and hide the grass stains. She was sat in the middle of the dancing daffodils and...

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“The Light” by Charlotte Bedford

“Madam Tempest’s Tellers Tavern,” read the large golden letters on a burgundy wooden sign that flapped hysterically in the wind. The metal gates towered over them as they stood at the entrance to the abandoned building; they hung wide open. Bates held Cassandra’s hand in a tight grip, his knuckles turning ghost white. Cassandra had always wanted to go to a fortune teller, Bates knew this, the delight on her face was almo...

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“Winged Angels” by Charlotte Bedford

Prologue. Passed down through generations there is a story of old that deep in the heart of the Amazon rainforest, underneath the flowing fresh water of the Amazon river, in the underground caverns live the Anjos Aldos. Beautiful, copper skinned women who are said to have the wings of crows and the voice of a charm of hummingbirds. In their underground world, these women live off of the plants that grow at the riv...

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“Stark” by Charlotte Bedford

In hindsight I should be more careful. Down amongst the bustling crowd, beneath the podium, I tried to get a glance at the speaker. A coarse, harsh voice vibrated around the stadium like a game of ping pong, it echoed in my ears, the voice of a man who had come too far to give up. Above the ponytail of the girl in front of me I could just make out his angular bone structure, dark bushy eyebrows, and silver tinted ...

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“My Favourite Little Planet” by Charlotte Bedford

She held it in her delicate fingertips; a tiny sphere with ocean blues and pasture greens freckled along its surface. Half of it was encased in darkness; only small pin pricks of light could be seen spattered across the beautiful green blotches. She hung the sphere back in place. Universe was her name. She lived in a stunning black room, the walls were pillars of pure obscurity that stretched upwards for eternity ...

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“PETS” by Charlotte Bedford

Fury. Remove the “y” and you have fur. Because there is no “why?” with Cruella, there is only fur. No questions asked. She was a furious woman. Her hair jolted up like lightning bolts, with streaks of white and black electricity surging through them, it was thick, coarse, and matted, much like the coat of a husky. Her angular cheek bones cut the air like a dog whistle, were as pale white as the milky fleece of a westie a...

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“Kisses” by Charlotte Bedford

Her pale, teal green hand softly polished the tip of her rosy nose in a nervous twitch; gently she ran her hand down her leafy cheek, down her neck and placed her hand gently on the back of her shoulders. Against her warm fingers she suddenly felt the crisp, cold touch of his palm; steam seemed to precipitate off of their connection. Her bright, swimming, blue eyes glanced behind to see his figure hanging there like a br...

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Author bio

Hi I am Charlotte and if you have made it onto my page, thank you! I love to write stories which provoke thoughts or contain twisted tales and characters. Please read my stories and leave a comment!