Clare Coyle

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jun, 2020

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“Seasons Change But So Do You” by Clare Coyle

Submitted to Contest #63

By the time we stepped outside, the trees were all on fire. The breeze snatched the amber leaves and waltzed them way up higher.Orange, red and crimson were all up in ablaze. A scrimmage of yellow shone beneath the gold sunrays. Naked branches poked up through the madness of the coloursHigh above us beautifully, one of natures truest wondersThe wind it sings its eire song through the maze of woods aloneAs it does in every season, through every milestoneAll around us autumns here, alive in its full glory.It is waiting right now...

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“The Little Red Truck” by Clare Coyle

Submitted to Contest #56

PHILPhil woke in his orange room. The faded orange curtains were doing little to block the already blazing sun. He gently tossed his duvet off him, exposing himself and his blood orange sheets. He sat up, slipped on his slippers, and shuffled on the only thing that wasn't orange, a mustard yellow carpet.He threw on his house robe before exiting his bedroom. There was no one in the house, no one to care if he was naked, but he would never leave his room that way. As he made his way down the hallway, his reflection caught his eye, and he turne...

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“Gone” by Clare Coyle

Submitted to Contest #49

The smell of freshly brewed coffee and slightly stale donuts creates an effortlessly comfortable aroma. There is something about an independent cafe that warms the spirit. Whether its rustic tables, the lack of matching uniforms, or the many succulents, they make you feel like you belong. I watch as my wife carries a small tray of drinks and scones over to our table before leaving to check out the quaint 'take a book leave a book' library. Taking a sip of my espresso, I scan the room: grad students are studying, teenagers are pretendin...

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“Retirement” by Clare Coyle

Submitted to Contest #48

Isolated. Completely and utterly isolated. It was wonderful. I spent my life in the spotlight, always surrounded by paparazzi and fans. Between the parties, corporate events, and interviews, I had been suffocated for as long as I could remember. It was non-stop, and it was exhausting. When the public eye is watching, you always have to behave. You cannot argue with a barista for ruining your order or yell at the guy that cut you off. You must be good, the picture-perfect hero. As I looked at the mountains, I breathed in deeply for the first ...

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