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Holly Sinclair

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jun, 2021

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Bench no.6

Bench no.6 1. Spraying the outskirts, unintentionally sprinkling passer byers, swatting their faces as though a fly was in their space. The fountain spewed its crystal waters up higher than the gates. The bustle of joggers and walkers, people simply chatting, stopping, and blocking the pathway. Scatters of breadcrumbs sprawled across the path even though the sign read, “do not feed the ducks.” Children unable to resist the temptation of crumbling up Mammy’s left-over sliced pan. All the whilst the strong waft of grass puffing out the end of ...

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Untamed in nature

Submitted to Contest #105

1. Succumb to the hot air that felt as thick and sticky as syrup. Suffocating in its humidity and breathlessness. Gasping for air, panting like an animal. What differentiates me from those that live in the wild. My ability to integrate into society. My social skills and mannerisms? I prey on others for my own self-indulgence and approval just like a wild animal hunts its prey and is ranked in the food chain. Scoping out the area I feel inclined to pounce just as a lion does. On all fours I do just that, into the forest, into the trees and un...

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Tainted walls

1.A rich smell off tomatoes and fresh basil seeped out the windows onto the street, the gentle sounds of music played into each corner of the house, Friday was always something special; or at least it used to be.Homemade pasta and garlic bread always as the main attraction, Katherine spending the time from the moment she woke up till dinner in the evening, cooking, and preparing, ensuring everything was ready to go. Throughout the day consuming multiple glasses of red wine, insisting it was all,“Apart of the process.”With a spring in her ste...

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Fallen Snow Flake

Submitted to Contest #98

1.The giggling and fooling around, the smell of a roast potatoes in the evening that had been lathered in oil and herbs, the warmness of the fire as I sat around drinking hot cocoa while Mum guzzled back whisky at Christmas time. It was just us and it was a blissful period before things began to deteriorate. Yet now realizing it had started well before and I was just too young to acknowledge it.An icy day brought snowflakes down onto my windowsill. With each drop my eyes followed the white icy droplets. As they fell onto the floor, they melt...

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Rob The Recluse

Submitted to Contest #97

1. “Where is that god damn remote!” Asking questions when no one is there to answer. Muttering to thin air like she is coming back. Pathetic. May had been gone 15 years and I still blame myself every day for it. If anyone heard my ranting, including May they would think I had gone mad and maybe I had. My deep and croaky voice shocked me sometimes, I remembered it to be charming back in my youth, now I sound like a shrewd old man, which I suppose I am. 2. Outside my window, I see my overgrown garden. The trees and grass hide the house from ...

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Fishin

Submitted to Contest #97

1.Out his plastered window the sky looked vast, the stars glistened, and the moon overshadowed the town, the dusty roads were invisible in the night-time. His eyes wondered to the beyond and what more life had in store for him. Work was in only hours and he could hear his alarm clock ticking away. Maybe he would wait for the sun to rise, it was always beautiful, facing just at the right angle.“Was the factory all that was left for him?’He really did hope that there was something else left apart from the town out the window. However bright it...

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