Helen A Smith

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Oct, 2022

Stories (36)

36 Stories

3507 karma pts

?

“Almost Anything ” by Helen A Smith

Submitted to Contest #277

The eagles returned to their clifftop eyrie and deposited a small deer as a reward to Minna for guarding their eggs. The young dragon had earned their trust by regularly delivering morsels to their remote nest. Adoring their glorious plumage, yet baffled by their high-pitched cries, Minna nevertheless enjoyed the protection their hide-out offered. She spent hours fanning the creamy blotched eggs, longing for the fledglings to hatch. It would be good practise for when she laid eggs of her own. She remembered how, struck by the arrows of ignor...

Read story

“The Social Worker” by Helen A Smith

Submitted to Contest #276

The Social WorkerNames and places have been changed. Some who played a part in this are not included, but in essence this is a true story.Whatever I was expecting, Mrs Lauren wasn’t it. An older woman, well spoken, with not a hair out of place, wearing heels and a power suit, she didn’t fit my image of a typical social worker, whatever that was. The first time I saw her; I didn’t think she’d be much help.***A voice called from the half-open door where my favourite teacher Mrs Swanson was conferring with the school secretary.“A quick word, He...

Read story

“Club Life” by Helen A Smith

Submitted to Contest #275

Club lifeTW: some swearing and mentions self harm.Aren’t you a bit old to go clubbing?Why do you say that?Well, look at you!What do you mean?You’re hardly love’s young dream!Maybe not, but…But what????But…But, but, but….Don’t be mean.Isn’t it time you started facing facts? You’re too old to be dressing like a…Like a what? What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?Wearing clothes that are meant for the young and gorgeous. Exposing your midriff. Tuck it in for fuck’s sake.Stop swearing! You know I hate it. Mum and dad hated it too. I like wearing the...

Read story

“The Smoke” by Helen A Smith

Submitted to Contest #275

The SmokeLondon, 1941As usual, Bill woke at dawn and was driven out to his aircraft. The order to scramble had been given and he felt the familiar tug of fear and excitement. He checked his jacket pocket for the doll his sister had knitted as a lucky charm. She told him she’d made two dolls but his was the best. He felt the rough cloth and bumpy stitches, complete with tiny bag and hat, beneath his fingers, and smiled. The thought of his little sister’s face gazing up at him the last time they met, brought a lump to his throat. It gave him t...

Read story

“Amber Eyes ” by Helen A Smith

Submitted to Contest #274

Amber EyesFor thousands of years cats have been teaching humans a thing or two, including how to live in the moment and when to let go.It was just after dusk when the cat tiptoed its way across the garden. Fur ruffled by a breeze blown in from the desert, it regarded the woman through languorous amber-gold eyes. Carrying a lantern, she trod the path cautiously, anxious to avoid the sting of a passing scorpion. The animal already knew she was special, but this marked her out as wise. The woman whose name was Zara made h...

Read story

“The hour approaches” by Helen A Smith

Submitted to Contest #272

Turn over your shoes to stop the pixies and ogres walking in them. Shut the drapes so the moonlight doesn’t drive you mad.Keep your ladies of the bedchamber close for tis now you need them most.Gold and silver thread shimmer in my candlelit chamber. The figures of three noblewomen standing beneath a garden tree in the tapestry opposite feel as much part of me as the veins in my still slender hands. One holds a bunch of flowers, one carries a basket of eggs, and the third stretches out her hand to a pelican. Symbol of motherhood, it is said t...

Read story

“Hmmmm…” by Helen A Smith

Submitted to Contest #270

INGREDIENTS FOR BAKED ALASKAYou’ll need two quarts vanilla Ice cream.Hmmmm…One quart sounds more than enough, let alone two. What exactly is a quart anyway? It sounds medieval. I’d better find out fast. Siri will know. Is it sad that I’ve become quite fond of Siri these days and sometimes feel like flirting a little? But then he does have a nice voice.Hey Siri.Ah ha. (What can she be wanting now?)You can make your own or buy it from a store if you prefer.In my case, definitely the latter. Even if it does feel a bit like cheating! Will R even...

Read story

“Recipe For Romance” by Helen A Smith

Submitted to Contest #270

Sally strolled along the riverbank clutching a bag with smiley faces on it. She’d spent many hours exploring its paths with Roger, longing to break free of whatever was holding them back. If altering familiar patterns for something more than friendship would be like breaking a taboo, it also had the potential to be more rewarding.Sally had always been the ying to Roger’s yang. Or was it the other way round? When he’d moved away from their hometown after being headhunted for a job abroad, they’d kept in touch sporadically, mostly through What...

Read story

“Ladybug ” by Helen A Smith

Submitted to Contest #269

To be taken in the context of the 1980’s when social attitudes were different, but human nature not so much.1981 Put me next to my sister Charmaine and I fade into the background. It’s a twist on ugly duckling/ beautiful swan syndrome. The fact I’m two years older only makes matters worse. I’m eighteen and Charmaine is sixteen. She’s everything I’m not. She has brilliant green eyes to my hazel ones, golden hair to my light brown, and a cheerleader figure. Oozing sexuality and confiden...

Read story

“Past Imperfect” by Helen A Smith

Submitted to Contest #268

TW: mentions of mental and physical abuse.Bill sat bolt upright in the hotel bed, heart pounding to a familiar refrain. The dream had reasserted itself with a vengeance.From the moment he’d seen the updated list of people attending the conference, one name had stood out: Dake Scratchard was the name of the boy who’d haunted Bill Brown’s life more years than he cared to remember. Dreams fuelled by past memories disturbed his nights when equal amounts of dread and fear surged through his veins, rendering him helpless.As always, the nightmare w...

Read story

“Dig Deep” by Helen A Smith

Submitted to Contest #267

Other than a faint glow coming from one of the back rooms, the town’s charity shop was in darkness, its front door firmly closed. Although it had opened in 1985, the building had been used commercially since the 1800’s when it had variously been a pharmacy, a bank, and a tavern.The shop was close to the river in Marpleton, a pleasant English market town which had once been home to a nearby priory. In ancient times, monks had wandered back and forth to sell their wares at a market which still existed in diminished form across the road. Regula...

Read story

“Bubbles” by Helen A Smith

⭐️ Shortlisted for Contest #265

Bubbles.Sometimes try. To. Catch bubbles … tiny ones, they float above me. A soft pink ceiling seals me in. A kind of membrane. But where does it go? Where do I go?Very tired. I open my mouth. Yawn it all out. Bend my neck. It needs rest. Eyes heavy under lids. Closing them… so soothing. With them tight shut dark, I go to vanish. Back again on dream journey. Traveling, to where? Memories unfurl. I’m in the unknown. What? Is it?Fragments of life. Memories forming. Past is present. Present is past. I don’t know. Uncoiling. 🫧 🫧Sudden...

Read story

“Spoken From The Heart ” by Helen A Smith

Submitted to Contest #264

TW: some swearingThe plates are beginning to pile up like Portuguese men o’ war on a deserted shoreline. Cursing loudly, Barry promises himself a dish washer as soon as he can get round to buying it. A half-eaten fish and chip supper lies stranded next to the sink, its wrapping poking out of the bin like an accusation. While he’s about it, he might as well get a new bin too. Preferably one where the lid doesn’t have to be wrenched open.Friday evening is rock night, the only time Barry feels truly alive. He’s getting ready to join his b...

Read story

“Paper Cup” by Helen A Smith

Submitted to Contest #261

If only good things lasted. Maybe not forever, but for as long as we need them.This section of the riverbank has been my favourite haunt for the past year. There’s a chill in the air and my feet scrunch along a well-worn path. Ancient half-bare trees sway a little, their curling leaves settling after a languid descent. Soon they will be little more than trunks with skeletal branches; passers-by will observe them while clumping along carpets of rusty red and gold. Then they will turn to mulch, and traipsing visitors will long for the promise ...

Read story

“Tail In A Twist” by Helen A Smith

Submitted to Contest #260

TW: Mentions a knife.Wouldn’t it be lovely to have a dog that didn’t poop, dig up your garden, bark for no reason, or embarrass you by searching through the entire contents of your friends’ shopping bags whenever they visited?**When Fred entered Margi’s life, he was like a rainbow emerging from a cloud, bringing joy and colour and dispersing all the grey.Margi was determined to get it right when it came to looking after him. Mindful of the fact that he wasn’t an ordinary dog, she knew she’d be fine unless she got dementia or some other debil...

Read story

Author bio

I’ve always enjoyed writing but in recent years it’s become a real release. Writing gives life meaning in a topsy-turvy world. I hope my stories can inspire others. Even when you feel discouraged, don’t give up. Keep writing and supporting other writers by commenting on their work. I’m learning so much from others reading and critiquing my work. It’s good to reciprocate. Copyright of my stories belong to me.

Shortlisted 3 stories ⭐️

Contest #265

Bubbles – read story

Contest #254

Rumours – read story

Contest #177

There’s Always Monopoly – read story