Emma Clint

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Apr, 2020

Stories (6)

6 Stories

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“Colin Crouse the River Mouse” by Emma Clint

Submitted to Contest #43

Colin Crouse the River Mouse sat on a stool in his house.Chin in his paw, a long sigh he did draw, for a problem he never foresaw.“Let me in!” yelled the grouse, who, with his spouse, the infamous mouse,Sawney O’Hoolighan-Reed, wanted to feed on Colin’s last bit of cheese! “Oh my, oh me! How could this be?” With their plea Colin could not agree.In vain he sought to change their thought, but tempers ran hot, and, alas, he could not.From outside the door, Sawney yelled once mo...

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“Remember Me” by Emma Clint

Submitted to Contest #42

She walks into the room but can’t remember why she has. She turns around and walks back over the threshold. The same refrain plays again and again in her mind: What am I doing here? She can’t remember where she left her keys; but that’s normal, she tells herself for the thousandth time. (When an out-of-the-ordinary thing occurs a thousand times is it not now normal?) She didn’t need her keys, now, anyway, since the last time she had driven her car she had forgotten where she was headed before she had even managed to reach the end of the ...

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“Chasing Butterflies ” by Emma Clint

Submitted to Contest #41

“It died.” “What did?” “The butterfly we caught.” “You kept that?”—a pause—“Of course it did.” Mumbling something, the boy turned his head back toward the window, his left leg swinging from the bay window seat, making rhythmic taps on the hardwood floor. Shik. Shik. Shik. The boy to whom he had addressed these remarks finally looked up from his book, to say, with a slight air of annoyance, “What’s that, Bertie? Speak...

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“The Headmaster's Daughter” by Emma Clint

Submitted to Contest #40

I. Clem. “Clement Hartley!” the professor brought his ruler down on my desk with a sharp thwak. “If there is something more interesting outside that window than my lesson, I beg you, share with the class. What’s that—nothing? Good. Stand up and recite the next verse.” I stood up, read the lines—impeccably, I might add—and promptly retook my seat. The professor, finding no fault, moved away to harass a different student, and I went back to gazing out the window. It was ...

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“"O, swear not by the moon" ” by Emma Clint

Submitted to Contest #39

My eyes, straining in the dark, darted from the outermost point of the faintly glimmering Big Dipper in a straight line to Polaris—the North Star. I had lost sight of her as a blanket of grey clouds shrouded what had been a clear night sky, but, when I found her again, I relaxed my tense muscles and let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. “Don’t fail me know,” I whispered, eyes turned upward to follow where the blinking star pointed her rays; heaven-bound eyes that deliberately didn’t look at the vast desert w...

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“The Wizard” by Emma Clint

Submitted to Contest #38

The sickening crack of hundred-year-old ribs made Jo wince. She craned her neck to see over the broad shoulders of the man hunched over the broken fame. The table was illumined by a harsh light, the beam occasionally adjusted by the expert hands to show the work to best advantage. Jo gasped as she caught a glimpse of carnage on the table; she had never seen the inside of a violin before. The luthier heard the quick intake of breath in the otherwise quiet studio, and chuckled.“This is the worst part,” he said, gesturing t...

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