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Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jul, 2021
Submitted to Contest #221
One Last Good Deed I always wondered what it would be like to actually die. I don't think it will be long now. Recently I've felt a need to declutter my life. I've got rid of numerous unwanted possessions and cleaned my little apartment until it shone. I have tried my best to put my financial affairs in order. It was a strange but satisfying feeling, rather like the 'nesting' process that you go through when you move to a new house. I am not ill, apart from the accumulated aches and pains that come with age. Nevertheless, I have a prem...
Submitted to Contest #133
Shona looked in the full length mirror and heaved a sigh. No matter how she stood, those few extra pounds showed clearly on her thighs and stomach. She knew she was supposed to embrace her natural beauty and accept herself for what she was. All the magazines said so. What they seemed to overlook was that her current shape was making her miserable. She tried hard but the word 'fat' kept coming into her head. She had been doing well with dieting and had lost a little of her excess weight but now the biggest hurdle of the year was coming up...
Submitted to Contest #130
The Locked Door. "Hell's bells!" Margaret swore under her breath. She'd done it again. Her keys and handbag were lying on the kitchen table and she had just stepped into the corridor and pulled the door shut. That was the third time this week. Her dementia was definitly getting worse. " I'll have to go down to reception and ask one of the carers to open the door for me. I hope it's not Tom, that grumpy one. He'll give me a telling off for sure. He might even give me a pinch. My arm's still sore from the last time he ...
Submitted to Contest #113
I was falling. The drop seemed to go on for ever. There was an old belief that, if you remembered hitting the ground, you would be dead. How would you know if you were dreaming? A paradox indeed. I was yet to experience even a bumpy landing but there was always an element of uncertainty. I was still falling, and the ground beneath me had a solidarity that I did not want to encounter. Gravity was suddenly the most important force in my existence. It began to appear that a grave was the most likely out...
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