Crystal Lewis

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Aug, 2019

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28 Stories

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“Gods, Goddesses and Poetry” by Crystal Lewis

Submitted to Contest #46

“Thank you once again for all coming together to express ourselves with writing,” came Athena’s calm, clear voice in the Olympian Hall. “Why should the mortals write songs, poems and stories about us and not us write them about ourselves.”Murmurs of agreement from the 11 Olympians seated on their marble thrones, each throne representing some aspect of their personalities. All of them wore a differing array of emotions.Hera looked haughtily down at the proceedings, as she did with everything.Zeus kept glancing down to the mortal world and Ath...

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“War” by Crystal Lewis

Submitted to Contest #44

“Hole sweet hole,” shouted Danny, grinning through the mud and muck, an eternal optimist. I wanted to shoot him. It was one of those cold, rainy days that haunted us. The rain would pour down intermittently, just enough to catch us off guard. One good thing about the trenches was that it kept the worst of the wind off us, but it still drove the rain across. It was days like this that command told us to stay the most alert. “This is German territory. They know this land better than us and are more used to her crazy weather.” Easy for them to ...

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“A German Shepherd's Predicament ” by Crystal Lewis

Submitted to Contest #43

I was dozing quite happily on Jack’s bed, dreaming of chasing sticks and trying to catch ducks. Jack had taken me for a long, tiring walk earlier, which had disturbed my compulsory late morning nap, so I was trying to catch up on it now. There was a small sliver of sunlight coming through the window that was warming my belly and I heaved a deep, sleepy sigh. Suddenly, my ears shot up at the sound of keys jangling at the front door. Instantly alert, I leapt off the bed and rushed down the stairs. It took me a moment to find my vocal cords but...

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“Today is Monday, 14th April, 2005” by Crystal Lewis

Submitted to Contest #42

Today is Monday, 14th April, 2005. I have a mission. An important mission. A mission I will complete. A mission that will save us all. The endless dawn has risen over the city again and it’s still quiet, sleepy, although never fully asleep. I watched the streets from an unobtrusive shadow, trying to blend in with the scenery. Normally, I would literally melt into the surrounding environment and be completely undetectable. But I wasn’t here to show off.I was here for something far simpler. This time I had decided to follow her. She was the mo...

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“Doubles” by Crystal Lewis

Submitted to Contest #42

The traffic was badly backed up on the freeway and my annoyance was beginning to turn into an aching tiredness. I could hardly wait to get home and relax, maybe have a hot bath. I rested my elbow on the door and laid my head against it. Slowly, slowly, I inched forward. My phone suddenly rang and I answered using my Bluetooth. “Hey, Amber honey. Are you nearly home?” came the deep voice of my husband. “Sort of, but traffic is terrible and I’m stuck right in it,” I complained. “Long day at work?” he asked. “Always, but especially today becaus...

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“Trampoline” by Crystal Lewis

Submitted to Contest #42

It’s amazing how such small, insignificant things can be the exact opposite. In my parents’ backyard, my old childhood trampoline sits there in the overgrown grass, its glory days long behind it. Rust has claimed most of it now, the sun has bleached it and the woven threads have frayed and come unwound, creating sagging holes.I stand there, looking at it. My parents have decided to get rid of it. No-one uses it anymore, and it’s beyond repair. I tried once to fix it, maybe pass it down to my future kids, or the grandchildren of the family. B...

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“Flight of the Magnolia Warbler ” by Crystal Lewis

Submitted to Contest #41

The sun began its descent on the horizon, part of its journey hidden by the towering trees and crumbling human ruins. The air took on a hazy, orange hue and the muggy warmth of the day gave in to the coolness of the encroaching night. I hopped from tree to tree, swishing my tail from side to side in anticipation for what was to come. For tonight was the night. I could hear and see my brothers and sisters fluttering around me and I hopped onto a low hanging branch to wait for the last of them to arrive. One of them landed near me and tweeted ...

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“Chariot of the Sun ” by Crystal Lewis

Submitted to Contest #41

Phlegon was wide awake in his grand stable. The darkness of Nyx and the brightness of Astraeus and his cloak of stars was blanketing the world, the mortals below oblivious to the beauty of it. He would soon change that. Phlegon sensed the coming of Eos, the Dawn, saw her two steeds Lampos and Phaeton being harnessed to their beautiful, pink-silver-azure chariot. They stood there quietly, nickering softly at the young nymph that put their harness on. Phlegon snorted. He would let none harness him to his golden chariot unless it was the great ...

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“The East and The West ” by Crystal Lewis

Submitted to Contest #39

6:15amI woke up earlier than usual, which was strange as I had no work today. The sun was just beginning to rise, the predawn gloom softening from dark to soft pink and light blue hues. The air was cool and calm and the trees rustled peacefully in the slight breeze. Life seemed to have awarded me with an early start today so I rose, stretched my aging muscles and bones and put on some green tea. My house was, as always, immaculate, but I still found things to fuss over. I carefully, minutely shifted the cherry blossom tapestry on my wal...

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“Stars” by Crystal Lewis

Submitted to Contest #39

Every summer since I turned twelve, my grandfather and I would get a giant picnic blanket and lay it down in the paddock furthest from his farmhouse and, on the clearest of nights, we would turn our gaze to the stars above.I was a true city boy, born and raised, but there was always something special about my grandfather’s farm. For some reason it held a magic in it, a wildness that, as a young boy, I craved. On one such, cool, clear night, we lay down and gazed above. The sight I saw dazzled me. “Are those really the stars?” I asked my gran...

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“The Diary of Sunny” by Crystal Lewis

Submitted to Contest #36

Friday, 11th January BEST. BIRTHDAY. EVER!!!I, Jonathan Clark, got a puppy! My very own puppy!I’ll call him Sunny.Mum says I should start a diary about Sunny and me.I’ll try but I don’t like writing very much.Saturday, 12th January Sunny is a very pretty kinda dog. He’s got golden fur and big brown eyes. They remind me of my favourite chocolate.He can’t really bark yet coz he’s only little. I try to teach him but I can’t bark either. He can still make noises tho like when I accidentally stepped on his tail. He is fine now. He likes snif...

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“The Missing Painting” by Crystal Lewis

Submitted to Contest #12

Detective Mareau studied the empty, beautifully panelled wall, trying to discern where its previous occupant had gone. “It was an original?” he asked. “Oh, yes. All the way from the city. An antique. I do so like collecting them,” replied the rotund woman behind him. “Yes. I’d quite gathered,” he remarked, glancing at the gleaming, varnished wooden tables on either side of the blank space, all covered with antique plates and vases of all different shades of colour and style. The whole thing looked rather garish.“And this was the only thing s...

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“Flowers” by Crystal Lewis

Submitted to Contest #9

I walked through the gardens as I did every spring afternoon, reminiscing on my life as I always did. There wasn’t much to life now, only memories. Today I turned 90. I was still fit, for an old bird, although one of my carers still followed me like a hawk, as young and as exuberant as the flowers surrounding me. I breathed in the heady aroma and drank in the warm sunlight. I was glad my eyesight had not dimmed so badly that I could not see at all without glasses, although shapes were slightly blurring around the edges. Still, in the gardens...

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Author bio

Full-time English tutor, avid reader, aspiring author and a bit of an art nut. I enjoy writing fantasy, historical and animal character stories. Feedback, both good feedback and (gulp) constructive criticism is appreciated.