Hope Wells

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jun, 2020

Stories (7)

7 Stories

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“The golden web” by Hope Wells

Submitted to Contest #252

Trigger content-contains content concerning domestic violence and stalking.It was a dark and dangerous day. The rain bulleted down in pellets. The rain is aiming at my brain Siouxsie imagined. Rain ammunition, firing, firing right inside my skull. Or maybe God is crying. I wonder?The water thrummed on and on and Siouxsie sat there drowning in its waterfall cascade. She didn’t care and wondered if she could be washed clean inside.Drown out the noise-ping a ping ping. Ding a ding ding ring a ting ting. There it was sat inside her pink backpack...

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“Silver Rain” by Hope Wells

Submitted to Contest #112

Silver RainI think about the silver rain, or rather the season of the silver rain. When the miracles came. Definition of miracle:an extraordinary and welcome event that is not explicable by natural or scientific laws and is therefore attributed to a divine agency.Or:an unusual or wonderful event that is believed to be caused by the power of GodHowever, I will not speak of the secret things. The miraculous is a holy thing, to be cherished and respected.But I will speak of us, or rather you. Were we meant to meet? Was the suffering that came m...

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“Winner takes it all” by Hope Wells

Submitted to Contest #49

I have always wanted to win. I check the leaderboard regularly and hope to see my name creep into the figures. There is something about seeing the numbers rise. And there is something about likes, follows and more follows. Facebook, Instagram, whatever, it is the same feeling. Being seen, being valued, being top of the list. There is something exciting about seeing words bright and vibrant coming to life, sparkling off the page. I am reminded of the sparklers on fireworks night, which I would wave around when I was a little girl, making nu...

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“Snuffy's Golden Path” by Hope Wells

Submitted to Contest #48

Once upon a time in November 2009 a beautiful rabbit princess was born in the springtime. Her mummy called her Snuffy. Snuffy enjoyed her young life. When she began to grow, her parents announced to her that it was time to begin her journey on the Golden Path. At the end of the path, she was told, is the land of the Rabbits, but her parents let her know that her journey on the path would be filled with excitement and growth.And so on one very special morning Snuffy set off on the Golden Path. Although Snuffy was afraid to leave her parents,...

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“Point ov You” by Hope Wells

Submitted to Contest #47

Stories from the streets27th March 2016I’ll never forget the first day you met me. Yesterday I went into Margate and opposite McDonalds there you were, in a sleeping bag. I felt compelled to stop. You spoke to me. You told me you had lost your son through a brain tumour. I then told you God had lost His son too and understood your pain. You listened to me telling you about New Life Church and how you could find help there. When I walked back up the street, you waved and said “I’ll see you tomorrow”. So I will be at New Life tomorrow.Of cours...

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“Koala” by Hope Wells

Submitted to Contest #46

RIP LEWIS. Your furry life has ended now. Bush fires rage on. A brave grandmother tried to save you. Justice hasn’t been done-your species is functionally extinct.The image plays over and over in my mind-the squeal of the broken alleluia from the broken koala limping from the flames.Alleluia Alleluia-you are in koala heaven. A koala chorus from the highest of heights. Blue skies overhead. The fires rage on.Stalking-do new eucalyptus stalks come from fire? Does fire need to burn to bring the stalks? Does the fire stalk the forest or...

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“There's No Place like Home” by Hope Wells

Submitted to Contest #45

There’s no place like home It is amazing to come full circle. To look back and realise that in the words of a well known film: ‘there’s no place like home’. I used to watch ‘The Wizard of Oz’ every Christmas as a child and tears would stream down my cheeks, as I heard Dorothy recite wistfully: ‘there’s no place like home, there’s no place like home’, as she clicked her heels together, wearing her wondrous sparkling red shoes. These words always resonated with me, possibly because mum and I were nomadic when I was a baby, wandering...

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Author bio

I write a blog on hope (Journey intohope2020.vision). I am a qualified social worker, with many years experience of working in social care. I have recently had my first children's book published, entitled 'The Dream Tree'. It is for children who have experienced trauma.