Helen Molly

Author on Reedsy Prompts since May, 2020

Stories (10)

10 Stories

231 karma pts

?

“Remember” by Helen Molly

Submitted to Contest #67

Working the night shift at a restaurant is harder than it first appears. Most of the managers have left for the night, there’s barely any customers present and it’s up the current worker or whoever else is left in charge to log and keep watch over everything that takes place. Even the security cameras from the deepest part of the store to the outer ends of the parking lot, must be carefully watched for any sign of trouble. It’s always been unnerving, especially for me due to my own anxiety about open spaces. So, I usually call up my girlfrie...

1 comment 1
Read story

“A Night To Remember” by Helen Molly

Submitted to Contest #65

It’s been a year since it happened. I still remember it as if it happened the day before, and it remains fresh in my mind. On a causal summer day, I was walking down the street, planning to go to the convenience store for some snacks for me and my sister. As I approached the door however, I heard commotion inside the store. People were screaming, and I heard glass windows shattering from the loud, sharp sound of a shotgun. I backed up, not sure what to do. Just as I was deciding to run away, the gunman spotted me and aimed his gun. Before I ...

1 comment 1
Read story

“The Storm” by Helen Molly

Submitted to Contest #44

Bailey opened the door to his apartment, closing his umbrella while doing so. It was a cold, rainy night in the city of Kansas. Lightning lit up the sky, bolts streaking across. Thunder rumbled as Bailey shut the door and stepped inside. He took off his dripping rain jacket, hung it on its hook, and sighed heavily. He was glad to be back from his work trip. It was a week of talking to clients and making connections with potential buyers of the company's stock. He loved his job, but sometimes it was exhausting. Dropping his things on the tabl...

1 comment 1
Read story

“The Curse” by Helen Molly

Submitted to Contest #44

A long time ago, a young boy lived in a house on a farm near the forest. His parents kept him at home often, so he was schooled at home, and lived a sheltered life. Rarely was he allowed to go outside, and it was only at night. During the day, he would be given lessons by his mother, and at night he would go out with his father. They would watch the stars and talk about different topics. One night, the young boy asked if they could go exploring in the woods. His father changed the subject to something different, and the boy forgot his questi...

3 comments 3
Read story

“She” by Helen Molly

Submitted to Contest #43

As I stood over the gray-colored stone, the rain soaking me through, images flashed before my eyes. The way he'd taken care of her so delicately, took her everywhere he went and fixed any damage that he might've caused. My fists curled up, nails digging into my skin. It'd been an icy cold day when it happened. I begged him to stay home, that it was too dangerous to take her out. But he'd been so persistent about it, so confident. "Don't worry, he said, smiling. I'll be all right with Daisy." Tears welled up in my eyes. Th...

2 comments 2
Read story

“The Mysterious Machine” by Helen Molly

Submitted to Contest #43

A teenager by the name of Toby sat in his new bedroom, displeased. He didn’t understand why his parents moved. They kept telling him that it was for “the best” or “you’ll understand when you get older.” It didn't make any sense. On a sunny afternoon, Toby wandered outside to the backyard to get some fresh air and stumbled upon a warehouse. There was a note taped on the door that read:February 2nd, 2010The Machine is at risk of being discovered by the authorities. Under no circumstances can this device be used. We have decided to live in a ye...

1 comment 1
Read story

“The Clock” by Helen Molly

Submitted to Contest #42

 I've seen the same clock in my grandparent's house as long as I can remember. It's always in the same place on the dresser with the red flowers. My late grandfather handcrafted the clock himself, and I remember my parents jokingly referring to it as Grandfather's clock as a child. A few years ago, my grandfather passed away. Ever since the day, the clock developed a habit of chiming during the odd hours of the night. I'm not a believer in the paranormal, ghosts, or anything like that, so I brushed it off as the clock's gears being rust...

0 comments 0
Read story

“In the City” by Helen Molly

Submitted to Contest #42

I've lived in the city for 20 years. Over that period, I've lived with eight different families. I loved the first seven that moved in with me. They would take care of me by talking peacefully in my presence, cleaning up my room, calling doctors when I got sick or when my legs or arms were hurt or broken. I loved my third family's daughter. She would draw with me, and I would in return protect her at night in her room. Her parents also loved me and would burn candles for my delight. I miss that lovely, scented smell. But eventually, they had...

4 comments 4
Read story

“Back In Time” by Helen Molly

Submitted to Contest #42

I’m 37 years old, and a time traveler. I've been traveling in time for the past 13 years as part of my work as a history professor. I’m also a certified genius in the rankings of the two most brilliant people in the world, a child prodigy, starting college, and advanced subjects at the age of 6. But I never wanted to excel in math or any of the subjects my parents were telling me to pursue. Instead, I wanted to learn more about the subject of history. I loved to teach my classmates and friends all about it, and eventually, the idea of a time...

0 comments 0
Read story

“Diary of a Psychopath” by Helen Molly

Submitted to Contest #42

Entry #1Friday"What a perfect day," I thought as I crawled under my covers to go to sleep. As I closed my eyes, my mind recalled the events of the day. That morning, I got up as usual with my morning coffee and newspaper, ready to start another day. But as I was walking down to the bus station, I saw something that caught my eye. A red coat and purse walked by my side. It was striking, and I found it alluring. I decided to put a mental note to look out for it again for the rest of the day. When I walked into work, my boss dropped a pile of p...

1 comment 1
Read story

Author bio

I'm a 22 year old writer and poet. I love dark humor and stories full of mystery and thriller.