Laura Endeacott

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jan, 2021

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“A Guinea Tale” by Laura Endeacott

Submitted to Contest #88

You could say he was an outsider, because he was all the wrong shape. The same shape, but different none-the-less. For starters, he was bigger than all the others, he ate more than them, was expected to live longer than them and had a wild sleeping pattern - making it difficult to meet the demands of their nocturnal raids every second evening. He would not give up even though he was still a lowly squire awaiting his induction into knighthood, because of his guinea pig upbringing. He was brought up by his furry guinea pig parents, only for th...

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“I am not alone” by Laura Endeacott

Submitted to Contest #77

I had had enough, I thought when I looked out of the rounded window of the small white glider. At the time, it was flying at a rather nerve-wracking angle, as one of the wings tilted towards the plummet of mossy ground and the other wing was tilted towards white plumes of twirling clouds. When the pilot pulled straight again, I finally let out a little more air and a lot more ease as my shoulders. The remote of the radio speaker was swinging to the right of me and managed to ease my fingers from the sweaty duck-egg coloured leather s...

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“Eduardo” by Laura Endeacott

Submitted to Contest #77

The bad times were over and I was feeling good again. All winter and Spring I had been ill. Very ill, they said, but eventually I was allowed to leave the clinic and gradually I began to regain some of my strength. My husband was relieved to see me more like my old self and suggested, now that I was stronger, that a change would do me good. Somewhere in the sun, he said, and I began to plan my summer in the sun. 'I'll finish the job I've been working on and join you later, in September, and we can explore the Roman ruins there. He sounded ...

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“The long and short of it” by Laura Endeacott

Submitted to Contest #75

The dust travelled high up to the heavens and gusted tremendously in great turbine pools of acrid beige particles. Ground so dry, sweat drops would make the sand mites sing at the surface. The sun was almost calling it a day, as it leant on the tip of the mountain-scape. The hilly monolithic view as a background, made way for the sandy foreground, where no life seemed to teem but a common black crow and three black silhouettes in the distance, atop four legged beasts. Heat waves swung out like capes around these silhouettes and the beasts sh...

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