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Daisy Tetlow

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Sep, 2024

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Secret Society for Journalistic Terrorists

Daisy Tetlow

Submitted to Contest #307

Louis typed like ticker tape. Click click click. His ginger hair jittered like fire and his fingers worked in a fury of resentment. Beside him, drafts, abandoned, scribbled in red pen, scrunched into balls, folded into origami, paper planes and cranes. A pile I’d have to burn later. Somewhere a telephone rang. He looked up, cigarette dangled, grey ash curling backwards towards his lips. ‘Don’t answer that,’ he said. ‘What if it’s Jules,’ I said. A pause. Louis nodded, keys pressed down again like automatic fire. I squeezed between two le...

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Man Meddles With Nature

Daisy Tetlow

Submitted to Contest #286

In every instance of my investigation, in my poking, in every timeline, in any tangible, traversable point, and in all my efforts, my mother always dies.  Whether it was cold blooded murder, or something completely innocent to the untrained eye; driving over a speed bump triggering a brain bleed, an argument, or just a spiral of causations and effects that were lost in my chasing.  I followed all such incidents, like a speck of dust through a sandstorm. And when I took the precautions, when I remembered that particular chip in that...

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Foxholes

Daisy Tetlow

Shortlisted for Contest #279 ⭐️

Missing in action.  That’s what they said. A phrase so indefinite- I can imagine him walking back through the cloud of smoke and snowfall and slinking back into our foxhole to tell me all about it. A phrase which always invites questions in my mind. Is he still walking? Does he know I’m still waiting?  I’m sure he’d laugh at how I’ve turned out.  I still see him. In dreams, in drunken stupors, mistaken in strangers. He’s never aged as I have, no joint pain or creases, he isn’t missing any limbs. No scars or thin...

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Dear in the Headlights

Daisy Tetlow

Submitted to Contest #270

‘Don’t fucking embarrass me’ ‘They’re my parents,’ I said, lurching forward when he parked the car. We were outside Rome Italia, a restaurant my parents liked, palatable for my father, who was never interested in exploring beyond smoked fish, and expensive enough for my mother. ‘That’s not my point,’ he started, ‘when we had tea cakes with Cath and her gay boyfriend, you forgot to call me your fiance.’ He was childish like this. When I had humiliated him in front of Cath, he laughed, squeezing my shoulders tightly as if to say...

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