Clara Martin

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Mar, 2021

Stories (31)

31 Stories

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“The Mariana Trench” by Clara Martin

The Mariana Trench It's the morning of February 21, 2020. The cold morning air clung to the boat like a damp shroud, its icy fingers seeping through every crevice. The ocean stretched out before us, a vast expanse of gray blue, its surface rippling with the promise of adventure. The boat rocked gently, creaking in protest against the chill. I huddled in my thick woolen coat, the collar pulled up to shield my neck from the biting wind. There are ten of us scientist on the T.R. Gunther Thomas one of the second largest ships in U.S. Oceanogra...

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“Dangerous Child play” by Clara Martin

Dangerous Child Play Oliver Baker was a rambunctious eight grader who attended Riley's Middle School in Chancellorsville, Alabama. He loved playing practical jokes on his classmates. Many of the other children often avoided him because of his annoying behavior. After the school bus dropped Oliver off at home, he ran to the mailbox. There was a large brown box that was inside. He grabbed the box and ran into the house.“Oliver, stop running!” exclaimed Mrs. Baker.“Okay mom,” said Oliver.He ran into his bedroom closing the door behind him. O...

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“The Solar Eclipse” by Clara Martin

The Solar Eclipse In the heart of Central Park, where the city’s hustle and bustle fades into a serene oasis, an extraordinary event is about to unfold. Some people have come from all over the United States to New York to witness this miraculous occurrence. It’s April 8, 2024and the sun is playing a cosmic game of hide-and-seek with the moon. The anticipation is palpable as New Yorkers gather in the park, their eyes shielded by special eclipse glasses, ready to witness a celestial spectacle. People have taken their places all around the la...

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“A Picture-Perfect Day” by Clara Martin

A Picture-Perfect Day Holly Wright awaken with a stretch and yawn from her bed. Her poodle Monty danced alongside her bed waging his furry white tag. The sun shined brightly against the walls of her bedroom.“Good morning,” says Holly.“Woof!” says Monty.Holly gets up out of her bed and grabs her robe from a chair inside her bedroom. She pulls back the curtains and looks out her window. Holly could hear the sweet bird songs from outside her window. There's a sense of peace and tranquility in the air. Holly goes into her kitchen and starts a ...

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“The Adventures of Taffy and Midnight” by Clara Martin

The Adventures of Taffy and Midnight Once upon a time, in a cozy little house nestled on the outskirts of Belletrist, there lived a curious cat named Taffy. Taffy was a plump, gray tabby with bright green eyes that sparkled like emeralds. She spent her days napping on the sun-drenched windowsill, her soft fur absorbing the warmth of the golden rays. Every morning, as the first light peeked through the curtains, Taffy would stretch her legs and leap onto the windowsill. She’d press her velvety nose against the glass, her breath creating tin...

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“The Mystic Art Gallery” by Clara Martin

The Mystic Art Gallery In the heart of the bustling city, nestle between cobblestone streets and historical Victorian houses stands the Mystic Art Gallery. The gallery was a haven for forgotten dreams, lost hopes and hidden treasures. Its curator Heather snow had inherited the pace from her eccentric grandmother Morgana Monroe. Heather believed the art gallery held secrets that could breathe, dance and came to life if given the chance. During the day the gallery is a place of wonders for art lovers to cherish the visions of modern and ecle...

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“Untrustworthy” by Clara Martin

Untrustworthy It was summer of 1986, my mother cousin Mamie called out of the blue from Chicago, Illinois. Her daughter Tammy had gotten arrested for the second time stealing out of the Zippy Market. Mamie got the bright idea that Tammy should come down south to get away from the rough and tough city streets of Chicago. Instead of blaming Tammy, Mamie always blames the people she hung around. My mother Sarah never could bring herself to say no to family. I had no problem of this considering how they had treated us. My mother had no place to...

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“How I Lost My Love for Horses” by Clara Martin

How I Lost My Love for Horses(Warning: some racist context added)I can remember as a young girl watching The Wonderful World of Disney. That particular Sunday they played the movie Black Beauty. I was mesmerized when I saw this beautiful creature galloping freely through the wind-swept plains. It's mane streaming behind it like a wild banner. My eyes glued to the TV screen as my heart raced thinking of being on its back feeling the cool sensation of a breeze flowing across my back as I held on for dear life riding it along the prairie. After...

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“It's Raining Chocolate Gold Coins” by Clara Martin

It's Raining Chocolate Gold Coins I awoke early this morning to the sounds of something beating hard against my rooftop. I arose from my bed to see what was going on. I pulled my curtains back from my bedroom window and peered outside. To my dismay, I saw falling from the heavens an abundance of gold coins. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I had to rub both my eyes to make sure that...

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“Southern Comforts” by Clara Martin

Southern ComfortsJanet Ellison decides to cook her husband Raymond his favorite southern dishes for their Valentines Day dinner. Raymond is always talking about missing his grandma's cooking when she was alive. When they spent Christmas with Raymond's parents for the holidays, Janet gets a list of Raymond's favorite southern dishes from his mother. His grandmother kept a large recipe book which was title: My Recipe Bible. Janet took the recipe book to a local copy center an...

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“The Secret Door” by Clara Martin

The Secret Door It's a rainy Saturday morning at the Tanner's home. Grandma Sarah always baked her magical cinnamon sprinkle cookies when it rains. My little sister Lisa and I love to help grandma bake. Grandma Sarah opened the bottom cabinet and took out a large floral bowl. She placed the bowl upon the kitchen countertop. Grandma opened up the refrigerator to get out the eggs, ...

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“Spooky House Tour” by Clara Martin

Spooky House TourEvery year in October, the town of Sutherland, Alabama chooses the creepiest house in the surrounding area to tour. This year the board choose the Ivy Grove Manor. The morning of the tour, there were lines around the block for miles. There was a large iron gate around the property. The owner of the manor Mr. Glenn unlocked the gates for the tourist to drive inside. Mr. Glenn was a tall lanky man with gray hair and wore dark glasses. As we entered inside the gate there were sev...

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“The Cabin” by Clara Martin

The Cabin Since graduating college, the six of us would always rent a cabin during the Christmas holidays in Gatlinburg Tennessee. The atmosphere and the kindness of people in Gatlinburg is amazing. This year it's only going to be five us. Thelma Brown, Kenijah Taylor, Bernice Robinson, Jody Smith, and myself Megan Riley. Last Christmas our dear friend Prissy Glover decided to get...

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“Where Is Buster?” by Clara Martin

It's 8:00 am. Thursday morning. I start coffee for me and my husband Albert. Then cook breakfast for Marcus before he goes to school. Then onto my daily chores of making the beds, cleaning the house and feeding our dog Buster. I grabbed a bag of dog food and went outside to Buster's doghouse. Usually, I can hear him barking before he sees me come around the corner. I see an opening in the fence around the doghouse. Buste...

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“New Beginnings” by Clara Martin

The weather in December 2017 in Palmer Alabama was the coldest that has ever been in decades. It's under twenty egress and snowing heavily. Schools were closed because the roads and bridges were too dangerous to cross. Churches would become cold-weather shelters for homeless people. In the springtime, most of the homeless lived under the underpasses of bridges. Janice Weaver was a homeless woman who got fired from her jo...

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Author bio

I really love to write and share my experiences that I have been so fortunate enough to have gone through in my life. The struggles of marriage and the wonderful joys of being a mother. I have enjoyed writing as a hobby since junior high school. Never been published because I don't feel anyone can really judge a person ability to create what they love. I'm new here on Reedsy. I have seen a lot of the other writers work on here and they are really good from reading there work. I'm really inspired to submit as many as I can to continue to help me on my journey.