Kerrie Clements

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jan, 2021

Stories (6)

6 Stories

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“The Forgotten Flowers” by Kerrie Clements

Submitted to Contest #191

It was a beautiful day outside, and the sun was shining brightly. The birds were singing, and the flowers were in bloom. Spring had arrived and it was the perfect day to buy flowers. Ellena didn’t have to work until later that afternoon, so she decided to take a walk to the florist in the village, to buy some flowers for her mother. It had been on her mind for a while to get her mother flowers. She had been feeling down and wasn't as happy as she normally was.As Ellena walked into The Wilted Rose, she was immediately greeted by a friendly fl...

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“The Suicide Status” by Kerrie Clements

Submitted to Contest #82

Laura stood up and stretched. She had been sat at her laptop all morning, writing a report for the local FoodHub magazine. She had been writing for them for quite a while now, alongside a few other companies. She was well known for her excellent reports in Lonsville. Which is where she lived on her own, in a one-bedroom apartment on the first floor of a small block. Laura put the kettle on to boil and had a look outside. It was raining. The wind was howling too. It was only 2 p.m. but the sky was dark. Laura had seen on the news that t...

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“The Beautiful Roses” by Kerrie Clements

Submitted to Contest #81

Jamie stood there, looking down at the beautiful bouquet of roses. They used to be her favourite, many, many years ago.40 Years Earlier -It was the summertime in 1981. Twenty-year-old Jamie Bills stood watching, no, gawping, at the beautiful woman who knelt before him, pruning her rose bush. He knew her name. He had heard her mother shout it every day when it was time for tea. Jamie lived next door. Today was the first time he had picked up enough courage to attempt to speak to her properly since her father died. They had said the occasional...

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“The Secret of Molly-Anne Fingus” by Kerrie Clements

Submitted to Contest #79

Molly-Anne was in the games room. She had been watching the raindrops run down the window for the past ten minutes, occasionally tracing it down with her finger, which made lines in the condensation. But now she was bored. She hopped off the armchair and stood on one leg, then pulled up her sock. Then she stood on the other leg and pulled her other sock up. ‘Lizzie, I’m so bored, let’s play a game!’ she whined. Lizzie was sitting on the floor doing a jigsaw, ‘I’m doing my puzzle Molly!’ Molly-Anne scrunched up her face. ‘Well, I shall go and...

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“Show Me the Way To Go Home” by Kerrie Clements

Submitted to Contest #78

“No, I said turn left onto Craddick Street!” shouted Hannah, “You said turn left, you didn’t tell me the name of the road! I need to turn around now. This is ridiculous!” replied Diane, disconcertedly. “Next time Hannah, we use the Satnav!”. Hannah wasn’t listening. She was too busy turning the map around to figure out which way they needed to turn to get back to where they were. They finally reached The Blue Dolphin, which was a rather small, but posh hotel, on the outskirts of a quaint little village called Handley. They were late, but ho...

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“When the Lights Go Out” by Kerrie Clements

Submitted to Contest #77

It was a typical Wednesday afternoon in December. Harry was working at his desk. He was a reporter for the local paper, Sizzle Biz. “Harry. My office. Now”. The voice boomed from the chief’s office. Harry really didn’t like this man. He got up and made his way over to the office. “Coffee, Harry?” asked Jenny. She sat at the desk opposite Harry and was about to go out and get some lunch. She knew he wouldn’t want a sandwich; he never ate after 11am. “Latte with a shot of vanilla please” smiled Harry, “and two sugars”. Harry glanced outsi...

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Author bio

Reading and writing has always been a hobby for me. However, it was not always something that other people would have an interest in being a part of. I had always planned to write books once I had retired, however someone close to me once said "Why wait, the time is now!" So here I am, hoping to turn my passion into a profession, I am constantly exploring new themes, genres and ideas. It’s incredibly hard work, but I'm at my happiest when I sit down at my desk putting the opening or closing words to a new book. Here is a little snippet of something I am thinking of working on ... Abigail opened the door and looked out into the stormy night, her mother stood before her and beckoned her into her arms. Abigail closed the door, her mother died a year ago today.