Clara Martin

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Mar, 2021

Stories (53)

53 Stories

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“The Perfect Dream” by Clara Martin

The Perfect Dream I met Matthew Prince for the first time when we started kindergarten. He was so sweet and shared an orange with me. We were both inseparable all through elementary and junior high school. When we started going to senior high school, I started developing special feelings for Matthew. I didn't want to wreck our friendship by asking him if he wanted to go steady with me. One Friday afternoon, we were all outside putting the last finishing touches on the floats for the homecoming parade. I caught Matthew staring at me from th...

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“The Talbot Family” by Clara Martin

The Talbot Family In the small southern town of Cidercrest Hollow were a powerful and rich family named the Talbot's. The family own most of the businesses and the mining areas in the state of Minnesota. There had been over ten mysterious deaths that had happened over the past fifteen years. The local sheriff department refuse to investigate thoroughly and stated all the deaths happened as accidental. Most of the men killed were migrant workers looking to make a better life for their families. A reporter named Melvin Chandler had come to ...

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“Her Time to Shine” by Clara Martin

Her Time to Shine Pamela Weber has had a tough life since she was born. She never knew her biological mother. The only thing the nuns told her was that her mother was a teenage girl, that left her on the steps of St. Mark Lutheran Church in New York. She was adopted by a well to do family named the Morgans. When she was thirteen years old the father Joshua molested her and Pamela told her teacher Mrs. Wilson what happened. After an investigation took place, Pamela was taken out of the Morgans home. The father was arrested and the other thr...

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“Deadly Pursuit” by Clara Martin

Deadly Pursuit It was a moonless night, the kind that wraps the world in shadows and whispers secrets to those who dare to listen. Emily had just finished her late shift at the diner, wiping down the greasy counters and stacking the chairs. The neon sign outside flickered, casting eerie shadows on the deserted street. She pulled her coat tighter around her, the collar brushing against her neck. Emily made it to where her car was parked at the far end of the diner. She unlocked her car door, slid inside onto her seat and closed the door beh...

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“Fish Heaven” by Clara Martin

Fish Heaven Bobby Winkle overheard his mother and father talking about his goldfish Alan, who was swimming upside down. His mother had gone inside his room to put a couple of his toys into the toy bend. She was surprised to see Alan floating on top of the water in his fishbowl. She called her husband into the room.“Honey,” said Mommy. “I think something's wrong with the fish.”“Yes, “said Dad. “He's dead.”“Oh, no,” said Mommy. “What are we going to tell Bobby.”What mom didn't know was Bobby was playing inside his closet with his Superman a...

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“The Guardian Angel” by Clara Martin

The Guardian Angel Valhalla Peaks is located in Rosebury, California. Its windy roads are full of curves, twist and turns. The roads have confused many of wayward drivers causing many accidents. Guard rails were place on each side of the roads for safety. It's the month of October 2021, there was a four-day writing retreat held in the town of Sabogal. Melanie Rains was meeting her two friends Abigail Shaw and Debbie Nichols. She had to drop her tabby cat Issa of at the veterinarian clinic later that afternoon. Melanie was really excited ab...

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“The Winds in the Willows” by Clara Martin

The Winds in the Willows The weeping willow continued its silent vigil, bearing witness to love, loss, and reunion. Its roots, entwined with stories, held the weight of the world. My grandfather's passing was a devastation to our whole family. He was the patriarch and the glue that held our dysfunctional family together all these years. It was the day of his funeral. All the family had gathered together that Sunday afternoon. Everyone in their black suites, dresses, and hats We stood outside the front entrance of the church in line as we wai...

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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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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.