Christina Hall

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jul, 2020

Stories (10)

10 Stories

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“Through the woods” by Christina Hall

Submitted to Contest #66

Roland stood stiffly against the rough bark of one the great trees of Wormwood Forest. He was standing on a blanket of vibrant emerald moss that crawled over the forest floor. Spotted mushrooms poked out seemingly at random, giving the illusion that he stood above the world of fairies. Wormwood Forest was not the sort of place he usually frequented. While the beauty of it could entrance a unwary soul, the darkness of men had long since taken it over.The road nearby was relatively safe in the light of day, particularly if those that travelled...

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“I've lived too long” by Christina Hall

Submitted to Contest #57

William Enderby sat alone, hunched over his patio table as he watched the shadows from the willow trees dance to the tune of the wind. It reminded him of the days when his body could sway so lithely, back when he would hold Maggie tightly under the stars and twirl themselves silly to a rhythm only they heard. Maggie was gone now and the only dancing done in his yard was by these flowing trees. Whether the willows danced on any given day, or drooped or wept, depended on the mind of the viewer. These days, he was the only one looking...

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“Defeated by Hope” by Christina Hall

Submitted to Contest #56

I drove up the winding logging road, feeling slightly queasy as we twisted and turned away from the closest community. I glanced through the rear-view mirror at Hope, my Bullmastiff, lying lazily in the backseat. A pothole pulls my attention back to the road, forcing out a breath I hadn't realized I was holding. Kristen sat in the passenger seat munching on chips as she gossiped with me about people we knew. Kristen and I had met at nursing school, had spent the last four years learning what we needed to become Registered Nurses. S...

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“Understanding Dawned Late” by Christina Hall

Submitted to Contest #55

Note: This can be enjoyed on its own, but some of the characters will be better understood if you read She Had to Ask, submission date of July 14, 2020. ******* Captain William Anderson sat in the dim light of the dingy Oxtail Tavern nursing his noon-time ale with a scowl on his weathered face. The long sticky tavern table was empty save him and his Second Mate Frank Davies. He hoped this meeting would net them the additional crew they needed. Captain Anderson was pissed that he had to adjust his trade route and annoye...

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“She Chose Herself” by Christina Hall

Submitted to Contest #54

Miranda dug around in her make-up bag, searching for a specific lipstick that went great with her auburn hair and the electric green shirt she was wearing. Not finding it, she ran to her room, spastically searching for it. T-shirts and thongs that had been littered across her dresser wet flying as she combed through the mess.“What are you looking for?” Martin was reclined on Miranda’s bed, watching her with a lopsided grin.“Lipstick.”“What about all those on your dresser?”She didn’t appreciate the amusement in his tone. “Those don’t go with ...

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“Beth's Respite” by Christina Hall

Submitted to Contest #53

Beth ignored the sweat beading between her drooping breasts. She stood in front of the fire tossing herbs into the only pot she owned. She’d rather be doing anything else on this scorching day, yet they would not eat if not for this broth. She stepped away, hoping to catch a breeze outside. The stagnant air offered little relief. Beth unconsciously played with the skin tag underneath her elbow as she peered down the dirty lane looking for her daughter. Still daylight. She’ll be back at dark, she will. Worrying about her daughter was n...

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“Lost and Found” by Christina Hall

Submitted to Contest #52

The snow crashed into me, pushing me forward at the same time as the knee-high blanket of it covering the ground hampered my steps. I strained to see through the blizzard to find my bearings. I couldn’t see my hand stretched out in front, let alone see the road or buildings around. My face stung from the snow that could not be held away from it. At least it was a feeling. I tried to hold on to it, to help me remember that there was danger in the snow. How long I had been in the snow, I no longer knew. Where am I going? I asked myself, b...

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“They Whispered to Him” by Christina Hall

Submitted to Contest #51

Everett laid on the hard ground, his arms flung wide, soaking in the energy of the universe. With great care, he traced the beloved lines he knew so well. The Little Dipper laid above him, with her back so delectably arched, poised to swim through the sea of stars. The great bear stood watch nearby, jealously guarding his territory, prepared to strike at the smallest provocation. Draco split them forever asunder. Some nights, Draco was a great guardian beast steadfastly protecting the children of the sky, on others, he was the serpent that l...

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“She had to ask” by Christina Hall

Submitted to Contest #50

A typical country chill breeze blew over Lady Anna Denton’s garden party. She frowned at the clouds, believing that the sun aught to have shone down on the party she had thrown to celebrate the engagement of her oldest daughter to the landed and wealthy Lord Grey. The gloomy clouds were fine by Miss Edith Denton, it suited her mood. The sight of her mother’s frown brought her satisfaction. If I have to pretend to be happy and honoured today, she can deal with clouds spoiling her perfect party. Miss Edith had cried herself dry over the la...

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“The Long Wait” by Christina Hall

Submitted to Contest #49

She waited at the edge of her beloved pond, mud squelching beneath her cold toes. The wind blew angrily against her, a warning perhaps that she ought not be there. The wind was wrong of course, this is exactly where she had to be. She yearned to see what this night brought. Her heart thundered in excitement, in knowing that she was so close. Yet, for all that she waited and craved what was coming, she feared the change. For this night would bring an end to who she was, to her life lived so far, to the innocence...

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Author bio

It used to be that my writing was done in my head, with my ideas floating around until I finished an idea and closure chased it away never to be seen again, certainly never to be perfected. It is only in recent years that I have tried to put words to paper, or rather fingers to keyboard. I love writing. I love reading what I write and revising it, and revising it, and revising it. Sometimes I fear that I revise the spirit right out of it, unable to tell when I should have called it done. These prompts are the first time I’ve tried sharing my stories. These are fun, because a story is usually written in a few hours, and edited only loosely, leaving the emotion and spirit intact I hope. I love reading other peoples takes on the same topic. I’m happy to receive feedback so that I can improve.