Joseph Worrell

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Mar, 2020

Stories (6)

6 Stories

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“Haven’t I Seen You Somewhere...?” by Joseph Worrell

Submitted to Contest #37

Arla stepped off of the bus onto the sidewalk, her coffee perfectly balanced in her left hand, laptop case hanging in the other. Her office building was a few blocks away but the bus did not get any closer to her building than it already was. There was a slight breeze that gust past, causing her to feel more present as she put each foot in front of the other. Another gust sent her beautiful dark brown hair sputtering into her face. She paused her stride and laughed to herself as she attempted to get the strands of hair out of her eyes and mo...

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“Daily Stroll” by Joseph Worrell

Submitted to Contest #35

It's finally spring; the best time of the year according to Little Bill. I swear, no matter how many people I try and relay that reference to I always get blank stares. How could anyone forget the springtime play that Little Bill and his friends did?'Spring is here, spring is here, it's the best time of the year.'Whatever, that'll just be my own little mantra I'll sing to myself all of spring. No one has to join in my merriment.Alright, it's about six p.m. I think this a perfect time to go ahead to the park in Reynolda village, the temperatu...

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“Evening Meals” by Joseph Worrell

Submitted to Contest #31

Myra dropped another piece of seasoned meat into the vat of boiling oil. The grease sizzled and cracked as it began to cook the chicken wing. She had discovered that deep frying the chicken was much more desirable to achieve optimum flavor and crispiness.The evening meal, in Myra's eyes, was the greatest task she had to undertake each evening. Whenever she would locate a new recipe on the Food Network or from a simple Google search on her phone, she was always eager to put the recipe into manufacturing. Nothing would give her greater satisfa...

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“Homeward Bound, Blessings Found” by Joseph Worrell

Submitted to Contest #31

"Dinner is waiting on the stove when you get to my house," my wife said over the phone. "I hope you like it, it's a jambalaya that I made with a bunch of random shit. All kinds of vegetables, even threw some sausage and shrimp in there.""It sounds lovely," I said with a chuckle. "Well I'm just leaving the office so I'll be there in about twenty minutes.""Okay babe. I love you.""I love you too."My music retook control of the Bluetooth pairing and began playing. "Lord God, I thank You so much for this woman. She is one of the most amazing thin...

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“The Washing Machine Perspective” by Joseph Worrell

Submitted to Contest #31

It has always amazed me how seldom these humans wash their outer skins. Although I liked all of the different patterns and colors they would shed and put back on after letting me wash them. My favorite thing is when they would come back with bags and bags of new skins to wear. A lot of people buy nice skins. Sometimes I think people buy them just because they were cheap or something. I've heard them use the word "buy" before; the dryer helped explain to me what it meant one day. He told me that they use paper, like his dryer sheets sort of,...

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“Butter Betrayal” by Joseph Worrell

Submitted to Contest #31

I searched all through my pantry for the butter cookies, I could have sworn I had another container of them. There was an intense frustration that shot through my synapses; mostly at myself for not remembering to buy the second container of cookies like I normally do. Where was my head when I went shopping that day? "I guess I can get my steps in for the day," I said to myself, closing the pantry door. My New Balance sneakers were by the front door on the shoe rack. Spring was halfway through its incumbency so I stepped into my kicks and o...

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Author bio

Life is a story; God reveals mine to me every day, one page at a time. With what I have seen I am able to construct some form of understanding of these pages and place them into the words of the pages I craft myself. My only hope is that someone somewhere resonates with the words I script.