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Eleanor J Winstanley

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jan, 2024

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Eleanor J Winstanley

Submitted to Contest #240

They had both left it too late to retrace their steps now. The melancholy old lighthouse was the only shelter for miles around and since the wind had harnessed its full force, cracking tree trunks along their path as though they were mere toothpicks, Kate and Robert had fled through its bowed red door. ‘This wasn’t forecast!’ Robert bellowed.Kate glanced sharply at her husband , her forearm hastily covering her nose and mouth. ‘It wasn’t!’ He continued, his eyes looking up and down the blue, paint - chipp...

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Dangerous Times and Dog Crimes

Eleanor J Winstanley

Submitted to Contest #238

A weary, bowing forest framed the dwindling lake, which presently still served as a mirror, for those tall, failing trees; they seemed to gaze at their undisturbed reflections with a hushed acceptance of their desperately aged appearance. Breeze was absent and the oppressive, unrelenting heat battered Tanvi’s shoulders while she slowly bent forward on her branch, observing those still trees across the ebbing lake and the sanguine surface of its water. The loaded air was absent of sound. She breathed in deepl...

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Sweet Hearts

Eleanor J Winstanley

Submitted to Contest #237

July 1992 I’ve always had crushes - since around the age of seven. Looking back, even then, I seemed hopelessly doomed to long for those boys who hardly noticed I had been in their class for an entire year (or more) . There was Gareth, Ryan, Tommy, oh and Rupert of course! That had been the ultimate worst case of unrequited love for me - well - up until Angus . I’m not certain why I’ve not written anything about him until now; mind you, whether I’ve written something or not is irrelevant. No one is going to read th...

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Keeping Up

Eleanor J Winstanley

Submitted to Contest #235

A suitable starting point to my story might lie in an explanation as to how 'keeping up the pace' and metaphorically running a race, took shape for me.Nearly twenty years ago while in my twenties, I successfully kept ahead; I was fit (in all senses of the word), popular, reached degree status, claimed total financial independence and the world sat, as I'd wanted it to, invitingly at my feet. I was content with my place.Although, after some years of grandeur, an irritating thought whizzed about in my mind, like a trapped fly: worrying that ti...

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Saturday Night at Gino's

Eleanor J Winstanley

Submitted to Contest #234

‘We have all the time in the world,’ Sean whispered across the table, gradually withdrawing his hand from hers. For Sadie, the tiny table had just gotten so much wider, and she felt as if she sat so much further from him now. She swallowed hard, focusing her eyes on the blood – red napkin laying in a crumpled heap next to her plate of barely – eaten Bolognese. She hoped it would help her to fight the tears back. A rising nausea began to overwhelm her, and she reached hurriedly for the tall glass of table – water. Se...

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