Hamish Jeffcott

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jan, 2021

Stories (5)

5 Stories

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“Into the darkness ” by Hamish Jeffcott

Submitted to Contest #82

“It will simply lead you through the temple” Avi had said and given Benedict Lambert his infuriating smile which suggested he could never be wrong. Ben looked down to the small robot that lay in the palm of his hand. The small touch screen surface on its back screaming at him to be used but going against everything that he had trained for. What is the point in becoming a treasure Hunter when a robot does it for you? Where is the element of danger? The doorway in front of him was intimidating, the jagged stone blocks that had been...

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“Escape” by Hamish Jeffcott

Submitted to Contest #81

Did I feel bad for writing that personal column in the paper? Of course I did! But do I regret doing it? I suppose a little bit now that I have told my lady that I am heading out with friends for the evening. I have been sitting here for ten minutes waiting for my date to arrive. I know it sounds kind of mean, but I have begun to grow tired of my lady. Over the years we have started to fall into the same old dull routine. Is the date going to come? I look down at my watch, 18:37. 7 Minutes late isn’t too bad, thats fashionably late, wo...

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“The Boys from the Valley” by Hamish Jeffcott

Submitted to Contest #80

Thomas and Billy sat by the fireplace, the soot that their father had carried into the house on his boots had found its way to their dirtied faces. Billy was the younger brother, at 15 he had always looked up to Tom who was now 18 and had started working in the local pub The Swan. Rhodri, Billy and Tom’s da, rested with his feet on a chair letting his toes breath before he was back off to work. The sun was shining on another beautiful august day. ‘Can you hear tha?’ Billy asked his welsh accent strong, his ears perked up. T...

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“The Ultimate Betrayal” by Hamish Jeffcott

Submitted to Contest #79

The day is colder than usual. Is it the air or is it the grip that tightens around my heart whenever I think of you. The dripping of rain outside the window thumping on the stone path ripples through my mind. I am lost. Alone. I can hear your footsteps coming down the stairs, they seem slow and laboured as though you have had a heavy night, as usual. My hands twitch in anticipation as I consider and reconsider how I should approach the situation. Your feet hit the tiled floor of the hallway and I hear you enter the kitchen and rummage ...

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“Come on!” by Hamish Jeffcott

Submitted to Contest #78

‘Come on it’s not that bad’ Phillip said. He smiled happily to Andrew who sat cross legged on the bedroom floor at the foot of the bed. Phillip was two years older than Andrew, his face had started to grow spots upon it and a few new sprouts of hair poked out beneath his chin and long nose. ‘I just don’t think it’s a good idea’ Andrew replied, he wrapped his arms around himself as though he was being cradled. Andrew had a round face and dark hair which flopped down to one side. ‘There really isn’t much to it, it’s like gardening’...

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Author bio

A writer from Dorset, England. Hamish has always had a love for writing and has begun writing his first novel documenting his writing journey on his website www.hamishjeffcott.com.