Glenna Agnew

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jan, 2022

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“THE STRAY” by Glenna Agnew

Submitted to Contest #290

THE STRAY The windshield wipers on my car beat a steady tattoo and I could hear the raindrops falling loudly on the roof. It reminded me of when I would lie in bed in the loft of my small cabin and hear the rain hitting the metal roof.   I was heading there now …  to the cabin. I had four weeks of holidays due and meant to spend every possible moment there. It was my escape, my retreat, my all-about-me time. Most of the time, my life was a clutter of “be here and be there” or “do this or do that.” The proverbial hamster in th...

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“THE CRY OF THE GULLS” by Glenna Agnew

Submitted to Contest #288

 THE CRY OF THE GULLS Delaney leaned against the palm tree. The rough pseudo bark poked relentlessly into her skin. She didn't move. The tropical breeze caressed her cheek and gently lifted her hair so that she felt the warm wind envelop her.  Several seagulls hovered overhead,  riding the winds, their wings outstretched while dozens of their companions littered the beach, their hungry squawking, creating a din in her ears.  They searched among the small crabs, fish, and shells that lined the beach after the tide went out...

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“THE STONE MASON” by Glenna Agnew

Submitted to Contest #287

THE STONE MASON The yard was a veritable English garden complete with stone pathways separating the garden's various sections, neatly defining each area in splendor. The lush green lawns peeked out from under fragrant heritage roses, some were more than one hundred years old. The roses grew in abundance, as did the peonies, dahlias, and hollyhocks.  Dr. and Mrs. Olsen had been working on their garden since they had moved into the stately home six years ago. This summer’s project was an ambitious one, but necessary according to Mrs. Olse...

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“A HANDFUL OF PEBBLES” by Glenna Agnew

Submitted to Contest #286

 Wade Hunter picked up a handful of flat pebbles off the rocky edge of the pond and skipped the first one five times over the water's surface. Not bad! He thought to himself. I probably haven’t tried skipping stones since I was a teenager here on the farm. He stood for a few moments, basking in memories, skipping stones, and taking one long look over the old farmstead.  Over the past decade, there had been no time for simple idle pastimes like skipping stones; he had been busy starting his career, building his business, and establi...

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“THE ESCAPE” by Glenna Agnew

Submitted to Contest #285

 THE ESCAPE  I remember those days. Days and nights of what felt like endless torture. I was forced to live in very cramped quarters, an area so small I was compelled to curl up tightly into a fetal position. There was a long slimy rope wrapped around my body, holding me in place.  For the most part, all I could do was wiggle. Occasionally I would punch or kick out with my feet, trying to smash down those walls, trying desperately to be free.  I had no recollection of how I came to this place, my memory of another time an...

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“LOVE CONQUERS ALL” by Glenna Agnew

Submitted to Contest #284

LOVE CONQUERS ALL  The elegant swan ice sculpture sat on the circular table in the great hall where it had presided for the past few hours as the wedding reception proceeded. Small droplets started dripping from its beak under the dozens of chandeliers that lit the ballroom, their crystal prisms shimmering. Pristine white tablecloths covered each table, adorned with gleaming china, elegant crystal, and a large and confusing array of cutlery. Dead centre of each table was a centerpiece with cream-coloured roses, ivy, and tall stately ca...

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“Kyle's Christmas” by Glenna Agnew

Submitted to Contest #283

KYLE’S CHRISTMAS  Kyle slammed the car door and balanced a pile of gifts in his arms. He walked carefully up the snow-covered walkway. That’s strange, he thought. Dad was usually on top of chores like that. But Dad was getting older now and since his little stroke a few months ago he was a lot more fragile than he had been. I really should come by more often and do more things for the folks, thought Kyle. He was only across town, a ten or fifteen-minute drive at best and Mum had fallen last week on the ice.  She had hit her head b...

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“A CHANGE OF SCENERY” by Glenna Agnew

Submitted to Contest #282

A CHANGE OF SCENERY I jumped a little as the steel door clanged closed behind me. I stood frozen stiff for a few moments. It was as if time stood still. The grass seemed greener, the sky a more vivid shade of blue, and even the birds in the nearby trees sang sweeter than I had heard them sing in years. I listened with intensity. A sense of peace descended on me, and fear that had resided in me for years fled. Possibilities seemed endless. I finally understood the phrase, “Hope springs eternal.”  Well, maybe I didn’t fully understand it ...

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“THE DEBT” by Glenna Agnew

Submitted to Contest #280

The Debt. Kat was drenched in sweat.  Not the sweet sweat that followed a fast-paced jog around the local high school track or the sweat that accompanied a mattress marathon; but that sweat that came with intense terror.  Kat could smell the stench of her sweat and feel droplets forming on her brow. She had heard about hematohidrosis, the condition where people in a major crisis actually sweat blood due to intense stress; she didn’t know if this was an accurate summation or just hearsay, but if ever there was a time to sweat blood,...

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“LOST” by Glenna Agnew

Submitted to Contest #279

Megan crawled her way up to the beach, her fingers clawing into the sand, her feet digging in to give her purchase in the crashing waves. She was gasping for air and choking on all the salt water she had swallowed. When she felt solid ground beneath her, her arms gave out and she collapsed onto the sandy beach. She started choking again and soon threw up all the salt water that she had swallowed. She lay there for long minutes as her heart stopped pounding and her mind started to grasp the fact that she had made it to the beach.  She ha...

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“DEATHBED CONFESSION” by Glenna Agnew

Submitted to Contest #278

DEATHBED CONFESSION Bill Mason gasped for air. His hand reached feebly for the oxygen mask lying beside him on the pillow. He was so weak, he could barely grasp it. He fumbled as he tried to attach the elastic strap around his head, and ultimately found it easier just to hold it in his hand and press the cup to his face.  He knew his time on earth was short. Any day now, maybe even less, he would draw his last breath and give up the ghost so to speak. He had been given the option of staying in the hospital under the care of the medical ...

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“THE WAYS OF THE WICKED” by Glenna Agnew

Submitted to Contest #277

THE WAYS OF THE WICKED The staff room was almost empty, a few teachers were using their prep time to get some lesson planning finished.  Ivy Thornton crossed the threshold and let out a loud sigh. “Hey there,” called out Mark McGuire,  “How's it going?” He took a closer look at Ivy. “You look… stressed.” “Stressed isn't the word for it. Overwhelmed! Like I’m in a sinking ship. Like I’m going to have a nervous breakdown. Like I will be on stress leave by the end of the semester or maybe by the end of the month. Ivy gave a nervous ...

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“THE BLIND DATE” by Glenna Agnew

Submitted to Contest #276

 THE BLIND DATE I applied the lipstick with care and precision. I wanted to look my best tonight. I hadn’t been on a date for a long time. It wasn't easy to start dating again after my divorce. I was feeling lost, raw, and vulnerable, and my trust in men was at an all-time low.  But my friends and co-workers encouraged me to get a babysitter for my nine-month-old son and two-year-old daughter, and actually have some adult time in my life. I spent my days working with children and my nights and weekends as the sole support and careg...

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“RUNNING OUT OF TIME” by Glenna Agnew

Submitted to Contest #275

RUNNING OUT OF TIME  I stared out the cell window.  My hands grasped the cold iron bars, and the rough metal dug into my palms. From my vantage point atop the scarred wooden stool, I could see the castle bailey which served as the market square, and beyond  … the gallows. It was a typical Autumn morning, windy and gray. I saw my cousin swaying in the wind, suspended from the gallows. An hour before, I heard his last pitiful pleas as they placed the noose around his neck and he begged for his life. All he received for his plea ...

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“WHEEL OF MISFORTUNE” by Glenna Agnew

Submitted to Contest #274

  WHEEL OF MISFORTUNE I’m a bit of a control freak. There! I’ve said it, owned up to it, confessed it, and they always say that confession is good for the soul. I’m also a very analytical person and for a long time, ney, most of my life, I have long analyzed why I am such a control freak. It has to do with fear. Intense, utterly unrestrained, uncontrollable … fear. I remember the day, the fateful day, when for the first time and the last time in my life, thus far, I lost all semblance of control. The fear ran so deep that day, that ev...

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