Heather Ann Martinez

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Mar, 2020

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“Stranger at the End of the Day” by Heather Ann Martinez

Submitted to Contest #37

Stranger at the End of the DayBy Heather Ann MartinezIt was often said in our little village that no one was a stranger. Everyone was a friend you had not gotten to know yet. The coastal village of Haven in Rhode Island had its share of travelers and tourists passing through. Many of them had not been to the New England states. They knew very little of our traditions and way of life. Haven had three stoplights, one diner, one post office, one general store and one harbor full of fishing boats. There was a voluntary fire department ...

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“Mr. Suarez's Shadow” by Heather Ann Martinez

Submitted to Contest #36

                                                 Friday, 2AMDear Diary,Well, it’s Friday. It’s 2AM. It’s a hot summer night. You can hear the hum of air conditioners and box fans coming out of every apartment along my street. Every now and then, a squad ...

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“The Final Chapter” by Heather Ann Martinez

Submitted to Contest #34

The Final ChapterBy Heather Ann MartinezIt was pouring rain. We were stuck inside. The wind howled periodically and made sounds like a flute. We were told to stay in the rooms upstairs. Mother told us not to disturb anything in the bedroom at the bottom of the staircase. She reminded us often that we were there to go through our grandfather’s belongings and not great-aunt Jane’s. All of Aunt Jane’s books and clothes were in the bedroom at the bottom of the staircase. My brother Paul and I wanted so much to go through Aunt Jane’s books a...

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“Meatloaf and Mashed Potatoes” by Heather Ann Martinez

Submitted to Contest #31

#3. Write a short story about someone cooking dinner.Meatloaf and Mashed PotatoesBy Heather Ann Martinez           The phone rang while I was peeling the potatoes. It was a solicitor asking for someone named David. It was not you. I thought you would have called by now asking me about what I was making for dinner. The phone chimed. It was a text message regarding our overdue mortgage payment. I filled the stockpot with warm water and a dash of salt and set it over the open fire...

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I feel like stories write themselves and I give souls to my characters. I am a collaborator in their triumphs, their failings, and their complexities. I read to inhale, and I write to exhale.