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Author on Reedsy Prompts since May, 2020
Submitted to Contest #44
Write a story that starts with two characters saying goodbye. The Lost Violinist I looked at him lying prostrate on the kitchen floor. His chin slightly bloodied from my punch. He turned his head to face me âGet out and goodbye â you will never amount to anythingâ he said through gritted teeth. âGoodbye you bastard, thanks for nothing!â I replied.  The shit that hit the fan and resulted in our âGoodbyeâ routine happened on the day of my 7th eisteddfod. I had started competing when I was 10 years old and every year since I had ...
 He looked across the courtroom, caught his motherâs eye; caught the faint whiff of sweat from his underarms. âWhat the hell am I doing here,â he mumbled to himself. The courtroom was packed, he knew the jackal press were waiting just outside; waiting to crucify him, pacing outside like wild animals, pushing and shoving to get at the âpreyâ, to get the verdict out, be the first to trample his fine, upstanding reputation into the ground and scrunch it with the heel of their boot and their pen. He stood in the dock. He was dressed in...
Submitted to Contest #42
Write a story with one character waiting for the arrival of another.We all are aware of the loyalty that exists between many owners and their pets, devotion and love are expressed by dogs and their masters to each other, if they have been given a caring loving home. This is the story of a dog waiting for his friend.Nicky was a tan, black and white border collie/kelpie cross. He had been picked up from the pound at Silverwater when only a few months old. He had intelligent eyes and a tail that never stopped wagging. His tail was so lush and t...
My father was an Australian pilot who flew Halifax and Lancaster bombers during WWII. His photo sat in a frame on the bedside table. Dressed in uniform, with a trim mustache, his RAAF cap at a slight angle, he had a handsome face and every night my mother would kiss the photo goodnight. My mum and I lived in the little town near Waddington, Lincolnshire UK, which was the main RAF base during the war, so it was an incredibly noisy place all the time but particularly at night. That was when the bombers would take off with their heavy burden of...
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