Joey Snell

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Nov, 2020

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“My Name's Nikki” by Joey Snell

“What I saw made me realise that things need to change. Not for me, I’m out now, I managed to escape the system, but for everyone whose still there, who will be there.” I sighed and ran my fingers through my long blonde hair. When I got out of there, I almost danced towards you, but then I looked back and saw Jill watching me and waving and I knew, she wasn’t getting out anytime soon. Ellie sipped her co...

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“For Jo” by Joey Snell

For Jo If I hadn’t been honest then I never would’ve ended up here. People say honesty is the best policy, me, I say honesty is over-rated. “Be real about how you feel and we can decide how best to help you,” they tried to convince me. Only (true to form) I was snarky with the psychiatrist and then they locked me up. Not my finest hour. However, when someone asks you,

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“Faeology” by Joey Snell

Faeology I looked around, fascinated. There was a mix of ages, some clearly over sixty with greying hair and bright eyed smiles, some, judging by their outfits, clearly students. One girl had the shortest miniskirt I had ever seen, it was dark green and denim and was definitely more like a belt. She wore it with a black cardigan that reached nearly to her ankles and was laug...

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“Lost” by Joey Snell

"Forgive me Father, for I have sinned." The words echoed around my head like a squash ball ricocheting off the walls. "Forgive me Father, for I have sinned." "Forgive me Father, for I have sinned." "Jacqui? Jacqui?" A gentle shake to my shoulder. "Forgive me Father, for I have sinned." "Jacqui?" more insistent this time. The rosary beads threaded between my fingers and ...

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“Spatula Gate” by Joey Snell

Spatula Gate Okay, so I threw a spatula at him. In fairness, he deserved it. A wooden spoon probably would have done less damage, but that was at the bottom of the washing up bowl; a knife probably more (too far away) - although maybe not with the accuracy level of my javelin style rage. The spatula happened to be the thing I was washing up at the time, the ...

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“Not me” by Joey Snell

"I didn't know what else to do," I admitted, not able to hold my sister's gaze. I twirled a strand of my long blonde hair around my finger. "I never should have gone along with it.""Why?" I could imagine the colour draining from her already pale face, a face that would be marred with confusion and her eyes welling up with tears. That's what I was sure I'd have seen, if I'd been brave enough to look at her face. Which I wasn't."I promised," even I could hear the pleading justification in my voice. Back then, I'd felt pushed i...

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