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Heather Sidwell

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Oct, 2019

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Heather Sidwell

The sun, having almost set, was now a tiny sliver on the horizon. It was early summer so, no need to hurry to bed as Corby slid her slender body through the average size window in her bedroom and out onto the shingled roof. Corby's parents had just gotten the roof re-shingled and Corby was grateful they had gone, once again, with new shingles rather than the metal roof they'd been romancing. The slant of the roof was difficult enough to navigate without it being shrouded in what would certainly become Corby's death. Oh...it made sense; what ...

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Tairneanach

Heather Sidwell

The sun was just coming up over the eastern mountains when the train came chugging in to the station. Aislin had fallen asleep on her fathers shoulder where her head still rested. The steam engine whistled loudly as the massive train chugged jerkily to a halt. Aislin sat up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes as she worked to focus on her surroundings. "Ayre we here Da?" Aislins father nodded his head as he stood from his seat to take account of his family. One wife, one daughter, three sons and an infant. Satisfied, Ian McCaurley corralled ...

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Little Chicken Grayfeather

Heather Sidwell

Submitted to Contest #193

Once upon a time, there was a very talented little chicken by the name of Gray Feather.Now I’m sure everyone is familiar with that famous tale about The Little Red Hen. Well this is not that story. This story is about Red’s cousin, Gray Feather, so...let’s stay on track shall we?As the story goes, Gray Feather had heard all about how Red’s bread experience and how it had evolved. Sure, Red wound up eating all the bread, in the end, but she also wound up doing all the work too! That method, for Gray Feather, simply would not do.“I will ...

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Why?

Heather Sidwell

When two people stand up before their preacher, pastor, minister, bishop or whomever it happens to be, to speak those sacred vows, why is it that when the marrying guy says, "Speak now...or forever hold your peace!" No One EVER stands up...no one ever speaks up. Why is that? Yes, getting married can be the greatest experience of two people's lives but more likely, marriage becomes that thing that not only destroys what was once a terrific relationship; but then totally destroys and devastates every life involved. Surely there are people in t...

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The Old Man

Heather Sidwell

Submitted to Contest #181

My father had been dead for ten years when I had the dream. Family, has always been such an important part of my life; I, having two parents, six siblings and a million nieces and nephews, and they had broken into even more pieces; so to say I have a big family, and that they have been an enormously important part of my life, is a bit of an understatement...well...HAD...a big family.At the time of the dream, my mother was still alive and I, in the dream, had been invited to some sort of family function. It felt like a baby shower, or bridal ...

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Magic At Midnight

Heather Sidwell

The tree, had been standing in the town square, for as long as anyone could remember. It was a grand old tree; and although it had been used for nefarious purposes in years gone by, there it stood. And as per usual, the bleeding tree would blossom; full and brilliant crimson in the Spring. There had been tales told about the tree that were truly more legend now, tales to tell the children; before sending them to bed. Tales told around village fires, men with their pipes and tankards, women with their babes in bundles; all of them sporting th...

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A Beautiful Future and Tragic Ending

Heather Sidwell

It was a time of trial, pre-World War One in Sweden where freedom was becoming a thing of the past. Religion was strained, finances were tight and John Martinson knew the time had come to do something drastic. He and Elna had three growing children with truly no future, should they stay in Sweden. The journey taken to simply arrange to leave the mother country was harrowing all in itself. Immigrants, that's what they called them, because that's what they were; people who had left their home land, in search of a new life, a better life, in a ...

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The Daughter Who Screwed My Husband

Heather Sidwell

Submitted to Contest #161

She was darling; everyone in the community thought so, especially all the men. She just had this way about her, the sparkle in her eye that drew them in and then, like a Siren, she would sink her claws and fangs into them, cutting them far beneath the skin, tearing at their flesh and then ripping out their hearts. My fifteen year old son laid his eyes upon her married form and swore he would marry her himself one day. Sadly, none of us realized just what a promiscuous, narcissistic, sociopath she actually would turn out to be. What a joke! S...

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An Awakening

Heather Sidwell

Submitted to Contest #23

An AwakeningbyHeather P.F. SidwellIt was January twenty-fifth in Salt Lake City Utah. The Holiday season was well done and over with as Kava Winly peered out into the frigid, Utah winter night. Kava had lived in Utah all her life but the cold, snowy winters always caught her a bit off guard and she longed for a warmer climate. The lights on Temple Square had been taken down but as Kava peered out her tenth floor apartment window she couldn’t help admiring the beautiful temple in the falling snow; with all its lights a glow, it was beaut...

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