F.O. Morier

Author on Reedsy Prompts since May, 2021

Stories (103)

103 Stories

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“Stella's ghostly mediators” by F.O. Morier

Submitted to Contest #153

Somewhere in a small room in a big city, a little woman with big problems lay on her bed. She had rented the room under a false name. Ms. Green, the landlady, had her doubts when she registered herself as Ms. Stone on the boarding house register. There was a set rule in the guest house; no visitors were ever allowed in the rooms. She could receive visitors in the drawing-room until ten PM at the latest when Ms. Green went to bed and thought it completely natural that all her guests did so too. Despite Mrs. green's rules, there was a visitor ...

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“The fortune-teller” by F.O. Morier

Submitted to Contest #152

They can be found all over the world. In every village, there is always at least one woman who takes pleasure in reading people's fortunes in teacups, coffee grounds, reading the cards, or predicting the future in whatever way. Some place advertisements in newspapers, but of course, there are those who do not advertise and who live on word of mouth. These are people who don't need advertising. They only use their gifts as a matter of friendship for certain beneficiaries and a round price of course. You come across them everywhere, people who...

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“Follow in the right footsteps” by F.O. Morier

Submitted to Contest #151

Ida was the last born and the only one to be graced with life. The other five, one after the other, had slipped into the great silence, leaving an even greater silence behind. It had been painful to say goodbye and fold little hands over a heart that hadn't even been allowed to beat for more than a year. And Ida? Ida carried in her graceful self all the love, hope, tenderness, aspirations, and prayers that would otherwise have been bestowed upon six. Next week she would finally come home! It was a balmy evening in May and John and his wife M...

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“Herby” by F.O. Morier

Submitted to Contest #150

He probably needed some slather, and while that was a priority, he'd gone out of his way to find everything to make the perfect cocktail. All his owner could do, in response to all his efforts, was to moan about his eternal smile. As if he was able to change that. -"I've been thinking." she said wistfully, "I think I'd rather live in a mud hut with a real man than here in this luxury flat with you." She fluffed her thick black hair with her fingernails: "Do you think I'll ever get out of this world, Herby?" -"My name is Herbert Miss." The ro...

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“The phonograph” by F.O. Morier

Submitted to Contest #149

- “Nobody loves me." Jerry whined to the bartender, a story the man had heard countless times throughout his career. -"How about another drink?" the experienced bartender winked. Jerry pulled his wallet out of his pocket and looked at the scant contents, shrugged, and said, "Why not?" -"Sure friend." the bartender said. -"You can call me friend, even if you don't mean it. I am nobody's friend. Nobody loves me." Jerry was a handsome young man, with a rather hazy look in his blue eyes. He raised the glass to his lips as if to test the drink. -...

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“The man from 240” by F.O. Morier

Submitted to Contest #148

The terrors that inhabit the night maybe even more awful in deceitful broad daylight. According to Helen, it all started with a dead cat and a green monster in the garbage chute. And that, according to her, was all due to the neighborhood in which she lived. The neighborhood wasn't exactly known as the best part of town. An unsavory neighborhood to be honest. But apartments were hard to get. She would have loved to live in a beautiful complex, but that wasn't an option right now. When she came home after work in the evening, she always...

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“Moviestar” by F.O. Morier

Submitted to Contest #147

When you heard Elsy talk, you´d swear you were facing a thirteen-year-old, instead of a thirty-year-old woman. A beautiful and sweet woman with the mind of a teenager and an enthusiastic face, lost in the world of glitter and sparkle as the world of movie stars is presented in glamorous magazines. Twice a week I visited her, in her small apartment, where she lived under therapeutic supervision, to see if everything was in order and all right, and to check on how she was feeling. -"I'm leaving." She said to me one morning when she let me in. ...

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“"Simply love"” by F.O. Morier

Submitted to Contest #146

I was always more than happy to oblige when Margeth called me and asked me to make her happy. That meant, she wanted me to come over for a weekend. She lived far from trafficked roads in a lovely cabin. She was a little sad when I got there. She had to put down diseased trees. There was so much regret in her voice, she felt like she euthanized the trees. - “They were endangering the house.” She said while a tear rolled over her cheek. In her company, I found a measure of solace for the pain from haunting childhood wounds. We could talk for h...

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“The dress” by F.O. Morier

Submitted to Contest #145

_"What is this mother? Whoever wore something like that? I don't think I've seen anything uglier in my life." -"What kind of a question is that?" Amalia answered her daughter indignantly. "I myself once wore this beautiful piece." Elisabeth looked at her mother in surprise and rolled her eyes. -"Let's keep it civil, shall we?" Amalia tried her best to sound as stern as possible. "You mend that tear in the muslin, and I'll tell you the wonderful story behind that dress." -"What?" Elisabeth gasped, "Why? Mother please, this will give me a migr...

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“Grandpa's shadowpictures” by F.O. Morier

Submitted to Contest #144

When my grandparents were still alive, it was tradition to visit them on Sundays for cake, flan, and coffee. It was the highlight of the week for them. After the cake, made by my grandmother herself, my grandfather took out his best brandy, to refine his coffee with, and then he started to tell his story... -"That was the moment where I got my best photo." he usually started. We all knew the story by heart, but he was a gifted narrator, and he really enjoyed telling it. So, we all listened intently. Grandpa was a peace-loving man, who raised...

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“Cloud gazer” by F.O. Morier

Submitted to Contest #143

Some people never surprise themselves, or their friends by doing something new. Not that they have an aversion toward doing anything new, but simply because they are not mentally capable of entertaining new ideas. Those are the people who say that the mysteries that lie behind the curtained clouds are nothing but illusions. However, those of us who have endeavored to solve these mysteries know better, for we have no fear to be startled, and we know that what those curtains hide, guides us to the things we seek. One of my favorite pastimes as...

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“Martha” by F.O. Morier

Submitted to Contest #142

Nothing is ever really silent in a library. Murmurs and whispers that float above the heads of people. Indistinct conversations, scratching of pens on papers, flicks of pages in books… Martha worked in one such a library, for many years. Shushing those who broke the silence; breaking it herself, the whole room would turn icy cold, and the silence would resume. Everybody flipped their head back over their book and Martha returned her concentration to her chip cards, sitting almost invisible behind a bookshelf. She wasn´t the typical old...

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“Joshua” by F.O. Morier

Submitted to Contest #141

Friday night: 6 PM. The Reedsy prompt drops in my inbox: - Write about a character named after one of our contest judges… Okay: let´s go have a look at those judges, and see if one can inspire the muses to pay me a visit. Now, here´s one: a magic bean gatherer. I like that! He´s the winner. I´ll name my character after him: Joshua. I´m sure my character would have loved to be named after a magic bean gatherer. Especially since he was made of magic himself… Joshua was a person, not an idea. He was an allegory, w...

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“Down memory lane with ghosts from the past ” by F.O. Morier

Submitted to Contest #140

I remember Madeline like it was yesterday… I don´t know about you, but to me, certain houses proclaim a character of evil. Maybe it´s just an unalterable conviction, after having seen one too many horror stories. Some houses seem to communicate an atmosphere of secrecy, an aroma of evil deeds, which make the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. A mixture of the scent of the evildoer and the horror of the victim. Madeline lived in such a house. An ordinary house. It stood crowded in a corner of a square and looked exactly like its ugly neig...

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“Dear diary” by F.O. Morier

Submitted to Contest #139

Dear diary, I don´t know what day it is today, and frankly, I don´t care what day of the week it is. I´m looking for a sense of relief. Can I find some here, on these virgin papers of yours? A long time ago I set aside my creative dreams to become something else. I lost myself in that process. And now, here I am a collapsed star. How I long to return to a realm of beauty and magic. It´s not too late, is it diary? To allow my imagination free reign. My path has been difficult to navigate. It was littered with thwarted dreams and silenced musi...

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Author bio

I´m Fati, or that´s what everybody calls me. I have lived in many different places and countries, but right now I live in Germany. I have absolutely no intention of telling you my age. My battle cry is freedom, and to write with passion or not at all. Writing offers magic and that´s the essence of why I want to write: to make people sink into myriads of wonders. Make their worries go away and the voices in their heads silent. Let them hear my voice as if we are sitting across from one another at a small table in a coffee shop, crowded perhaps, but all alone in our conversation. I want to communicate messages that restore hope and reveal an indefinite rainbow. Let the reader hear music even when the world decides to turn off the music.