Erin Edwards

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Mar, 2021

Stories (5)

5 Stories

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“Worst Case Scenario” by Erin Edwards

Submitted to Contest #87

You didn’t argue with Christopher Thustle. That was the number one rule of boardroom meetings. The only permitted words were yes, of course, and certainly. Or, preferably, you didn’t speak at all. In the nine months I had worked as social media intern at Thustle Events Inc., I had never spoken one word in a single meeting. Usually orders were just thrown at me and I was too busy strugglin...

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“Remembering the Unknown” by Erin Edwards

Submitted to Contest #86

The shortcut I took home from football practise took me through a park and, every week without fail, there would be a fresh bunch of flowers under the same tree. At first I never thought much of it. After all, flowers in a park weren’t an odd sight. It was only once I became aware that they were changing each week that I realised they weren’t planted there. They were simply resting against the base of the tree. ...

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“Scavengers” by Erin Edwards

Submitted to Contest #85

It was almost laughable how quickly I had gotten used to waking up in a five star bed, with five star duvet and five star pillows and Hattie curled up at my feet like a cat. I stretched out, revelling in the high thread count for all of ten seconds before I realised something was wrong. There was no child-sized lump where my feet wanted to be, forcing me to bend my legs at angles they weren’t intended to form. I sa...

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“The Same City” by Erin Edwards

Submitted to Contest #85

TW: assault, violence against women That’s the thing about this city, about all cities: they’re different places for different people. A free drink in a bar is one round you didn’t have to pay for, or it’s a risk of a roofie. A trip on a packed tube is the fastest way home, or it’s somewhere you might get groped. An alleyway is a shortcut or it’s the setting of your own personal horror story. The city is different when you’re a woman. You don’t walk the streets alone. There are place...

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“Remembrance Graveyard 17” by Erin Edwards

Submitted to Contest #84

I buy new flowers every week. They sit on the kitchen work surface, still wrapped up in their plastic and ribbon. I take the little price sticker off, peeling it carefully away from the packaging so it won’t leave behind any gummy residue, and keep the bouquet upright in a glass of water. Waiting. Thirty eight bunches of flowers have already been thrown away. Most weeks I replace them as soon as they start to dr...

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Author bio

Forever looking for inspiration. @EEdwardsWrites on twitter