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Helen Murat

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jan, 2025

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The Tiny Godly Gift

Helen Murat

Submitted to Contest #290

Note: This story contains minor descriptions of labor and birth which may be sensitive to some. The weight of Asmara’s body had just begun to shift onto her right leg when a tight twinging sensation struck her right hip. Quickly, she pulled her right leg up, shifting her weight back onto the other leg instead, and threw her hand against the nearby wall for support. Her body had taken up a significant amount of growth and change over the past nine months and it had taken its toll on her muscles and ligaments. Limping gingerly over to the couc...

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Father Or Foster

Helen Murat

Submitted to Contest #289

Something was off. Lucy knew the minute she walked through the door. The lights were off, though thin slivers of light slid through the cracks in the closed blinds. The acrid and stale smell of cigarette smoke hung in the air. That was the first sign. Lucy set her bookbag down on the kitchen counter and noticed the mess of kitchen items spilled and scattered across it. The second sign. Slowly she stepped lightly towards the living room where she could hear the television playing an old movie from the 1950s. The third sign. Rounding the corne...

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The Hero Of One Hope

Helen Murat

Submitted to Contest #288

Grunting and pulling, Ajani invested all his strength attempting to turn the wheel. Many had tried, but it never budged. The Suok desert had not seen rain for so long, no one remembered a time when such a thing existed. In fact, there had been no storms in all that time, no rain, wind, or even sandstorms. Throughout the years, life had slowly been dying off. There were no more cacti growing out of the ground, no lizards roaming the scorching sand, not even birds had been seen flying up near the clouds—there were no clouds. Now the final dro...

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A Garden Skirmish

Helen Murat

The air was chill, but the subtle warmth of the sun created a perfectly pleasant outer atmosphere for tea time. With her soft blush colored, oversized sweater and ripped jeans, Agatha welcomed the birth of spring. Around her, perfectly trimmed bushes were surrounded by bright colored flowers. Tulips, Crocus, Lily of the Valley, all filling the air with their beauty and perfume. But it was the Azaleas that Agatha loved most, and it was those that she sat next to at her antique garden tea table. Listening to bees buzz around, watching butterfl...

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Remembering Esme

Helen Murat

Rain poured down his face as he dragged his feet across the paved streets. Alone. Never again would she be there, Esme, a gentle and witty companion at his side. The pure love of his life. The rain was warm, not cold. It blended well with the silent tears streaming down his cheeks. There was no wind, but he almost wished there were so that he could wail into the night with it without anyone questioning his sanity or calling the police. Streetlights glistened off the watery pavement, a subtle light attempting to make its way into the darkness...

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