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Charlotte Fell-James

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Apr, 2020

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It was done. Under the black, smog covered sky, a labyrinth of a city slept, bathed in pale streetlamps and weightless dreams.  The usual  hustle and bustle of its once vibrant streets barely a flicker in the night. Desolate alleys, thick with grime and disregard, now seamed oh so perfect for an escape. What is done cannot be undone. Hands, dripping with shame, anger, betrayal, regret… leaving simple crimson splatters, no bigger than raindrops on the pavement of a dead city. Evidence was not important, the perpetrat...

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Behind Glassy Eyes

Submitted to Contest #64

“Here you go dear,”  “Thank you, Mrs Evans” “No problem darling, if need any help, don’t be afraid to ask.” With a nod, the young woman closed the door. Hearing the elderly land-lady scurrying back down the stairs, Mia sighed in relief. Placing her worn duffle bag on the polished floor, she stepped carefully into the apartment. It was exactly as she remembered, when they had come to look at it, covered in dust and bathed in a gentle glow from the open skylight. Carefully she tucked the keys into her pocket and watched gently as th...

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The Truth About Yesterday

Submitted to Contest #51

It was done. Under the black, smog covered sky, a labyrinth of a city slept, bathed in pale streetlamps and weightless dreams.  The usual  hustle and bustle of its once vibrant streets barely a flicker in the night. Desolate alleys, thick with grime and disregard, now seamed oh so perfect for an escape. What is done cannot be undone. Hands, dripping with shame, anger, betrayal, regret… leaving simple crimson splatters, no bigger than raindrops on the pavement of a dead city. Evidence was not important, the perpetrat...

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Dear Luke

Submitted to Contest #40

You stopped answering my calls. That was when I should have realised. I thought you’d stopped caring, or that you’d gotten so busy in your new town, that you had no place for you best friend. If only I had known.It was the texts that often went unanswered for days at a time. And even when you did reply, it was monosyllabic answers at best. I won't pretend it didn't hurt. But it all makes so much sense, looking back now.Every time I had tried to meet up with you, there was another thing in the way. Even when you had a new exhibit, you were to...

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Hi

Submitted to Contest #40

Hi, I’m Mae.The words appeared on his skin in a dark ink, the cursive script seaming childlike for all its elegance. It had been accompanied by a small tingle, like a wave of magic running through his veins. His soul, it must be! His mother had said, when she had shown them, THIS was special. In their childish innocence, they had marvelled at the bracelet on her wrist.  In her culture, everyone was born with their perfect half, be it a twin, a lover, a friend. This person fitted you perfectly and knew you better than anyo...

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A Heart of Stardust

Submitted to Contest #39

The young mother hummed as she rocked her child to sleep. From the window of her small hospital room, she could see the mass of star in the black expanse. She watched as one whizzed and danced across the sky, life so bright and fickle. “Nova Aurora,” She sounded softly, gazing at the heavens, “Bright and beautiful, just like my baby, my bright star light. Hush my darling, momma will always love you.” Tears began to slip down her cheeks, the thought of losing her beloved baby heart-wrenching, the thought of keeping her just as much so. A hars...

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The Stars of a Soldier

Submitted to Contest #39

He watched the stars that night. The night they announced the war. He watched the stars and remembered the horror on her father’s face, a veteran who knew the atrocity all to well. The tears in his mother’s eyes, the brave woman who had watched her childhood sweetheart drafted in the name of peace and been left to pick up the broken pieces they discharged, the broken shell of a man they called a hero. The way they clung to each other; the silent exchange thick with emotion. The way they ignored him, so wrapped up in their own grief and memor...

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The Dawn of the Phoenix

Submitted to Contest #38

There are legends in our world. Muted by the decades, spoken on ancient lips and carried by the ebbing flow of time and curiosity.There are legends of magic in our world. Tales woven by silver-tongues, oozing from the minds of storytellers and carried on the breath of ancestors. Stories weaved so deep in stories people forget that legends are born of truth.There is magic in our world. Dormant in the earth, its once sharp blade dull with years of disregard. There is magic in our world, so small, so subtle that people have long since forgotten...

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