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Keyleigh Perham

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jan, 2020

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The Whisperings of an Old House

Submitted to Contest #119

I couldn’t figure out what that bloody noise was. Eek. Eek. Eeeek. It wasn’t quite a screech, nor a squeak, but some strange hybrid mix of the two. And it was driving me crazy. It had been exactly two weeks since the big move. The upheaval from the suburban life of London’s outskirts had been mostly my mother’s doing. “It’ll be good for us, Sam,” she had promised as she boxed up what little remained of our life back home. In all honesty, I knew she had moved us for purely selfish reasons. It meant she could have her fresh start with...

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Strange Waters

Submitted to Contest #67

The sagging sails of The Broken Jewel whipped in the wind, slapping against the air with a loud crack as the ship sailed through the waters of Crown Crater. The sharp sound rung in Captain Braveheart’s ears, vibrating through his skull until it made his teeth chatter, but it wouldn’t distract him – he wouldn’t let it. Despite the more than generous breeze, the waters were oddly calm, with barely a ripple in sight. It was the perfect opportunity - he was sure of it - to complete his quest, to find the crown of everlasting life that the old se...

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Affairs of the Heart

Shortlisted for Contest #24 ⭐️

Drip, drip, drip.The sound of the rain, seeping in through the ceiling of the small shack she called home, was keeping Marie awake all night. She sighed and rolled over, pulling the sheets above her head in a half-hearted attempt to drown out the sound. It was no use. With every minute that passed the dripping only got louder, more persistent. It was as if the rain knew how exhausted she was, not letting her sleep only to spite her. Working two jobs just to be able to pay the bills wasn’t exactly what she would call ideal, having to give up ...

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