Emma Knights

Author on Reedsy Prompts since May, 2020

Stories (7)

7 Stories

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“The City and The Artist” by Emma Knights

Submitted to Contest #85

That’s the thing about this city, for ten months of the year it seems that nothing happens but, during these two months, it comes alive. It is summer moving gently into autumn with balmy nights and extended daylight hours. Frantic February and Mad March, the locals nickname the months and artists of all shapes, sizes and colours fill the city, usually from across the world. This year, is a little different and there are no visitors from overseas, yet artists from within come out of the shadows of the last year. As I walk the street, a str...

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“A Problem Shared” by Emma Knights

Submitted to Contest #81

I had picked up a bunch of roses from the market along with three bags of produce for tonight’s romantic meal. It was Valentine’s day, again, and I wanted to make it special. Special in the way that something is when it is repeated every year with no surprises. There is specialness in having repetition, right? However, three bags worth was probably too much. I was awkwardly walking trying to carry them all as who wants to make several trips when one awkward, shoulder-hurting one would do! I probably looked daft with all the bags and with a b...

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“In Existence” by Emma Knights

Submitted to Contest #62

I flopped down on the bed. Today had been perfect, but I was now exhausted. I guess it was true what my mother had said. Your wedding night might not be as exciting as you think, you may just both fall asleep, I recalled her saying. I looked at my now husband and he looked at me drowning amongst the skirts of my dress. “Are you planning on sleeping in that?” He smirked. “Yes,” I replied indignantly as I pulled one layer of skirts over my head to hide. “Come here” I lifted my eyes to meet his. There was something more in them after to...

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“The Gift in Disguise” by Emma Knights

Submitted to Contest #57

“Oh! I hadn’t thought about who to leave things to in my Will. Everything just goes to my children” It wasn’t meant as a hurtful statement but hurt it does. I never planned to be alone with no children, no part of me to live on beyond my lifetime. The branch that I sat upon on the family tree would hold me and nobody else. It was a little depressing when I thought of my nieces and nephews drawing their family trees in the future. I would hope that one might have some compassion for my empty branch. Maybe they will add my dog on the branch ...

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“Goodbye, Seeya” by Emma Knights

Submitted to Contest #44

“Goodbye”“Seeya”I turned and walked away. There was nothing emotional in our goodbye. There was no hug and no tears. At least not yet. I would not look back; it would be silly. We were not even friends, not really. We never really shared a laugh or a drink or a dinner or music. So, why was it hard to take these steps in a new direction? A new direction. There were many offers laid out on my table of life. Which did I want to choose? Which way did I want to go?I knew the way things had been were not working and that something had to change. T...

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“The Fabric of Family” by Emma Knights

Submitted to Contest #42

Our families had been friends for generations. Our mothers were friends and their mothers were friends and their mothers were friends. If there was such a thing as a friend tree, like a family tree but for friends, then our family’s branches would be intertwined. Perhaps even down to the roots. The Majors and the Castles. The women have always kept their maiden name and passed it onto their daughters.My name is Alwyn Major, and I am about to turn fifteen in the year 1995. I used to play with Jasmine Castle all the time when we lived in the s...

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“Bug and the Red Felt” by Emma Knights

Submitted to Contest #41

Bug & The Red FeltBy Emma KnightsOne sunny day, Bug made her way inside. She had heard of the inside and wanted to see it for herself. Bug was an ant, and she was small even for an ant. She raced under the door and looked around. There was a large black mountain that caught her eye. She headed towards it and started her climb. Up, up and up she went. She stopped a few times along the way. She could see herself in the mountain and wondered if she was seeing herself or whether there was another ant who lived here. She raced as fast as she ...

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Author bio

Hi everyone! I am a musician and songwriter and I have joined up here to share some stories that don't quite fit into songs! I have always loved writing stories and it is lovely to have this space to do it!