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A weekly short story contest
Author on Reedsy Prompts since Dec, 2020
Submitted to Contest #95
The day when the story takes place is a day in the middle of a week, a Wednesday or a Thursday. Avril was walking in the streets of her childhood town when she suddenly felt the urge to take pictures of the autumnal scenery around her. She took out her beloved smartphone of her jeans pocket and started shooting squirrel photos. She liked to publish neat pictures on her Instagram account so she took care of choosing the best angles, not fearing to get her knees dirty. One of the squirrels she chose as her model was challenging, he was quite q...
Submitted to Contest #80
I will always remember the day of my 8th birthday. Mum had driven me to dad’s so I could spend my birthday with him. Mum had thrown me a little party the afternoon before with two of my school-friends. I was the happiest when she told me I would see dad on my birthday. My parents had been divorced for two years then and I didn’t see dad as often as I wanted to. He had found a job in New-York and mum and I still lived in our house in Philadelphia. Mum didn’t mind driving me to dad’s even though it was more than one-hour drive. Dad always had ...
Submitted to Contest #75
The first time she entered the “Hideaway Office”, she found the atmosphere quirky but pleasant. The walls were pearly purple and the pieces of furniture around the room mismatched, some of the chairs were scarlet, others yellow, with cushions coming in different colours. The choice made for the desks was the most peculiar as, unlike the chairs and the prevailing style of the room, they looked old-fashioned. One could have seen these in period films or imagine Charles Dickens writing one of his masterpieces on them. Her eyes filled w...
Submitted to Contest #74
Tick, tock. Tick, tock. Time was ticking and the new year was coming. Time was ticking and it was nearly the end of my life. I just did not know it yet. Ten seconds left. Only ten seconds. The new year meant new opportunities, new pages to write and new dreams to fulfil. That’s what it meant for most people. Not for me. At least not for the year that was coming. I did not know it yet but there was only ten seconds left for me. Tick, tock. I did not know it yet but I made a wrong choice. A wrong choice because I did not invite the right peopl...
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