Heidi Poole

Author on Reedsy Prompts since May, 2022

Stories (5)

5 Stories

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“How Much He Hurt Me” by Heidi Poole

Submitted to Contest #238

I can’t understand why he did it. I suppose this is the problem between girls and boys, they are so fucking different, right down to the biology. But even still, why! Does it not cross his mind for a second how this might have impacted me? No. Clearly not. I backtracked our friendship right to when it started, five years ago. I was sitting in the dingy art classroom doing a hideous painting of seashells. The radio was on in the background, there was occasional chatter between students but nothing exciting. I was new, just started at the scho...

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“Hair of Secrets” by Heidi Poole

Submitted to Contest #212

Coral had never minded bending the truth to suit herself, but she hated liars. She knew it was a little hypocritical to live by that, but a white lie never hurt anyone. Her parents didn’t need to know she’d spent the night at Tommy’s house, they thought she was at Tina’s. Her history teacher didn’t need to know she was vaping in the bathrooms, he thought she was helping a younger kid to the sick bay. Her younger brother Aidan didn’t need to know she was the one who accidentally broke his Lego set, he thought the dog had knocked it off the ta...

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“Four Seconds” by Heidi Poole

Submitted to Contest #205

One. Two. Three. Four. Her gaze broke from the dash and rolled to the lights which flickered to green, and it was an empty mind all the way home. Have dinner. Feed Timothy. Have a shower. Brush teeth. Read a chapter. Place a kiss on the bedside photo. And turn off the lamp. As usual, she woke to the screech of her own scream, sweat draining from her armpits and back with her chest convulsing so intensely she was unable to breathe. Like clockwork her Gran walked in with a torch, the light revealing her swollen eyes and tensed body. With a ...

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“I Did 'It' On The Weekend” by Heidi Poole

Submitted to Contest #203

(This story contains themes surrounding abortion and alludes to other mature themes.) I wasn’t paying much attention; I was investigating how long it would take me to drill a hole through an eraser with my pencil. Small grubby pieces of eraser were littering the desk like white ants, I’d look up every now and then to the whiteboard, but it was already something I knew. I glanced up a little more, changing hands to rest my face, we were all in a trance of boredom. The topic had lost its humour as people had started maturing, anyone who was ...

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“Escaping the Home” by Heidi Poole

Submitted to Contest #170

'I’ve got a plan.' she started typing, using only her index fingers, slowly pressing them on the keyboard. Joyce darted her eyes up and down as she composed her message, ensuring she didn’t mistype a letter. She had been waiting for weeks to bring up her brilliant plan to Ernst but had been uneasy about doing it till now. She thought it improper to initiate such a thing and rather have the man suggest it. So, finally, after weeks, he had mentioned doing what she desired. Escaping the old people’s home. The main hall was filled with wid...

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Author bio

Just your normal student, who likes writing on occasion.