Holly Guy

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jan, 2022

Stories (13)

13 Stories

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“Reality is an illusion ” by Holly Guy

Submitted to Contest #156

Outside the cracked window, the squirrels shoot up the tree, leaping from one crooked branch to another. Their ginger fur shimmers in the autumn wind as it sweeps them from side to side during their play. I can’t tear my eyes away from the scene. Like a fish out of water, my mouth opens and closes. Opposite the squirrels, a decaying tree. The rotten leaves tumble from its branches, losing the battle against the ...

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“Five Red Flags” by Holly Guy

Submitted to Contest #147

Chapter One. A projector screen unravelled itself from the ceiling of the Bubble Six’s dining hall. It hugged the entirety of the back wall of the canteen and tumbled to the floor rather ungracefully. Silence pierced the canteen and the air hummed with anticipation. Then, as usual, two men dressed all in white, wheeled in the projector. The wheels shrieked as they came to a halt in front of the screen....

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“Death's new Pet” by Holly Guy

Submitted to Contest #146

“I can’t believe you just shot me.” Isla scoffed in amazement. Wide eyed, she stared down at the small, gaping hole in her hip. It spurted blood and looked fleshy around the wound, but surprisingly it didn’t hurt. Just like he promised. “I can.” The raven-colour haired man in front of her lowered the gun. A wicked grin licked his lips and the knowing twinkle danced around in his black orbs. For a second ...

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“Bound by love and time.” by Holly Guy

Submitted to Contest #145

TW: Swearing. There she was, standing alone in the mass of bodies all queuing for the Cotton Candy stand. As usual, she was attracted to this god-awful carnival ball. It didn’t matter which human form she took, each lifetime, something in her golden soul would bring her back to the sparkling lights, extravagant dress-sense and greasy, fast-food. I could feel the sweat licking my ski...

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“Mirror me” by Holly Guy

Submitted to Contest #145

TW: swearing. You are me. I am you. We are one. We were one for years. Twenty-two, to be precise. And then you left me. Our bond was ineffable, perhaps the closest assimilation is that we are twins. Joint by the mind, infatuated with each other’s thoughts and dreams. Remember the long summer evenings, playing in the park, our long blonde hair whipping back and forth as w...

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“A long drive to happy. ” by Holly Guy

Submitted to Contest #145

If I bring you breakfast whilst you’re in bed, a simple “thank you” would be sufficient. None of this “How did you get into my house?” bollocks. You didn’t even compliment me on the fluffy eggs nor the sizzled-to-perfection sausages. I had to drive three hours just to find the perfect smoky marinated sauces for the dish, you ungrateful bitch! And yes, I know I screwed up a little on the mushrooms. They we...

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“Snap it all up, Detective. ” by Holly Guy

Submitted to Contest #144

No no, you will not get a photo of me, Detective. But you can get a photo of my work. Snap. Snap. Snap. Get all the good angles, please. I spent a very long time ensuring that everything was right. The hanging body to the left of the warehouse, the bloody body to the right of the swimming pool… My work must be photographed beautifully. After all, I’d do ...

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“Dolly and her daydreams” by Holly Guy

Submitted to Contest #143

We called her Dolly Daydream. “Oh, that’s Dolly.” We would scoff, usually to some curious person who had never met her before, “Don’t bother talking to her. She won’t hear you.” In those instances, she would smile to herself. She would hear us, she always heard us. She simply chose not to respond. I guess we never understood that just because her head was above ...

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“Whispers in the dark ” by Holly Guy

Submitted to Contest #142

Yes, it’s true that I have done bad things. Awful things. But can you really blame me? My illness had spread through my limbs like water off a cliff, penetrating each and every nerve, clipping them so I felt nothing. Even now, I feel nothing. I had heard the voice of God and it was sweet! In my dream, he called out to me, opening those warm embracing arms for his child to come to him. I obeyed his call l...

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“Help, I’ve broken time.” by Holly Guy

Submitted to Contest #134

Broken corkscrews pile up in the well-decorated, glass jar besides me. They overspill and jump out the jar, rolling onto the stained carpet. Red stains. Red stains everywhere. The lit cigarette burns me as it kisses my fingers. I let it go. It can join the corkscrews on the carpet. Shakily, I try to push myself out of the sofa which sucks me in. As I...

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“One of us is right, one of us will die.” by Holly Guy

Submitted to Contest #132

TW: mental health issues, physical abuse, suicide I’m awake as the strangled sobs dance around the room. Their haunted songs fill me with dread and force me to my feet. I throw the covers from my body and the chill in the room instantly nips at my skin. I bite back a swear word as I stumble forward, searching for the owner of that cry I know all too well. My wife is collapsed at the door ...

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“A confession from a sad little Christian” by Holly Guy

Submitted to Contest #132

Are you there, God? It’s me, your faithful follower. Well, maybe not so much anymore. But we used to be close, didn’t we? Remember when I went to Sunday school every week for eighteen years, and how I’d pray every night before I went to bed? I even read the bible at least three times growing up! Okay, okay, I know it was because my mother forced me, but the actions are still the same, are ...

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“A love letter for the woman who hates me.” by Holly Guy

Submitted to Contest #131

I know what you’re thinking, my love. You’re most likely shaking your head as your small, frail fingers hold this letter and those large, round eyes are wide in confusion. You’ll be wondering why I couldn’t have come up to you and spoke these words out loud. And to be honest, I’m wondering the same thing myself. But as my pen connects with this piece of paper and the ink flows out like water off...

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Author bio

Holly Guy can usually be found lost in the world of stories. Whether this is publishing dystopian and romance novels, or writing thrilling short stories, she constantly surrounds herself with fantastical and intimidating characters. When not absorbed in a story plot, Holly studies Philosophy at the university of Reading. Follow her journey on Instagram: @hollyguywrites TikTok: Hollyguywrites Or check out her website for more books from this author! https://www.booksbyhollyguy.com/ Her personal favourites: -'Snap it up, Detective' -'Help, I've broken time' - 'Death's new Pet'