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Fi Riley

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Aug, 2024

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Havisham

Submitted to Contest #298

Of course it was a pretence. She felt almost giddy at how quickly people had eaten up her story. Then lightly insulted. They really thought she was capable of grief at this depth over such a trifling occasion as being jilted. What a way to hand over power. And to a man, of all creatures. Satis house was stifling. She’d forgotten at what point the joke turned into a pretence, and the pretence turned into life as she knew it. What started as a stubborn statement slowly enveloped her and became, through the eyes of both friends and strangers, ...

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Heart-shaped Smudge

Submitted to Contest #290

‘Filthy,’ muttered a voice, within a wisp of Elvira’s hearing. Bristling on the inside Elvira stood a little taller, preparing to do battle. Turning sharply on her heel before she lost her nerve, she looked the man straight in the eyes. So many people who came to Windy Ridge didn’t like it. Despite the name giving away its nature they complained about the cold, muttered what a desolate place it was, wondering why they’d visited. Elvira wondered the same. Why come to this place she loved and find fault with it. Mundane city types arrived...

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The Favour

Submitted to Contest #271

Dominic hated industry events. Actually, he loathed them. He preferred the word loathed. The way it sounded as it rolled around his mouth, taking form. Hate was so common. So abrupt and throwaway. Harsh and sudden, revealing an ugliness. Loathe was smoother. More sinister. It sounded soft, sumptuous, seductive even, despite its meaning. It suited him. He smiled to himself. Always tinkering with words. Always spotting the most creative angle to take. He was good at this. Hence, why they had asked him to attend tonight’s event. He loved the wo...

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The secret ingredient

Scratches were the sign of an adventure. That’s what Alex told herself as the bramble tore into her arm. She couldn’t resist jumping in a puddle that sat unobtrusively at the edge of the path. Muddy knees were also the sign of an adventure. The muddier the better. She loved the sound of the splash; the squelch of her gumboots in the mud, and the little shiver of glee that made its way into the open through the giggle she was unable to repress. Owen wasn’t in the mood for an adventure. He never was. She really wished she’d chosen a better sid...

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One-Mississippi, two-Mississippi

Winner of Contest #267 🏆

His visit wasn’t planned. Yet when she saw the car pull up, riding the cusp of a tempest, Eve was unsurprised. Headlights sweeping up her driveway in this remote, vast space they called home could have been reason for fear, panic or, at the very least, an unsettling unease. But looking up from the sink, where she stood carefully drying a crystal wine glass, seeing the lights, she immediately knew. Rafe was behind her in a second, all agitation and tension, hating surprises, hating things out of his control.  ‘Who on earth can this be at...

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Edge of Nothing

Submitted to Contest #266

Yesterday I died. It was a sad, sombre affair. I was alone. Except for Joel. Joel, who was always with me. Even at the very end. Or, I suppose, especially so. Facing death held a magnificent horror for me. Most people either have faith or don’t. Think they’re worm food or else are going to meet their maker. I was on close personal terms with my maker. I knew the end was the end. Whenever he was brave enough to see it through. But it was done. It was over. I could let go. At least, that’s what I thought. Joel had other ideas. It was he who ne...

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