Isabel B

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jan, 2020

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“Rescuing the Dead” by Isabel B

Submitted to Contest #27

My mouth fell open as a wooden coffin floated past my boat. At first, I thought it was my imagination, but nope—there it was! A sudden wave prodded the coffin against the hull with a heavy thump. I hope it didn't scrape my Irony!With no one around for miles, I managed to wrangle the coffin onto the diving platform of my small boat after an exhausting thirty-five minutes of pushing and pulling.

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“A Writer's Block” by Isabel B

Submitted to Contest #25

Until then, Brice Darrow would keep doing what he did best. The End.I smiled, my heart filling with a rush of excitement. I just finished writing my first novel at 11:58 pm on December 31, 2019!It had taken me twelve months to write, but I finally did it! And, at eighty-four thousand words, my baby wasn’t anything to sneeze at.I stood up from my chair, waddling to the refrigerator for a can of pop. I waddled because I’m overweight.—overweight by at least thirty-eight pounds. The thing was, I h...

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“Lunar Antics” by Isabel B

Submitted to Contest #24

Silas bounced across the dusty gray soil, felt his heart jolt when he spotted the golf ball. Finally! It’s what he’d been searching for for almost three days. Three days on the moon to be precise. One moon day equals twenty-seven point thirty-two days on earth, and it had taken him over sixty-eight earth days to find the damn thing!Grinning, Silas carefully bent down and picked up the old golf ball with his pressurized glove. Fifty-eight y...

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“Gingerbread” by Isabel B

Submitted to Contest #24

"How big was the spacecraft?" Agent Holloway asked the jittery young man sitting before him. He and agent Meadows were at the man's house--his parents home. The man wasn't quite so young, though, maybe early thirties. He just appeared younger than them. Perhaps because he was unemployed and still lived with his parents. Agent Holloway’s eyes skittered around the room. The man owned the latest gaming equipment and accessories. Hell, every game known to the human race was strewed on the dingy living room carpet."I don't kn...

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Author bio

My name is Isabel, and I love writing fiction. I write a little bit of everything. Currently, I'm interested in writing a full-length thriller. Thanks for taking the time to read my stories. www.isabelbrownauthor.weebly.com