Laura Simmons

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jan, 2020

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12 Stories

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““God Only Knows”” by Laura Simmons

Submitted to Contest #149

  “Hey, clean this clutter up!” John playfully kicked his roommate as he passed by a crumpled wad of paper, an errant sock and an uneaten half sandwich on a paper plate, right in the middle of the apartment floor. “God is coming over, and he told me he’d kick your ass if he sees the place in a mess.”   Harry burst out laughing. “Who’s coming over?”  “God.” I forgot to tell you. I met him at the Ferry last week. We got to talking, and now we’re bffs. At first I didn’t believe him wh...

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“Santa Claus’s Secret” by Laura Simmons

Submitted to Contest #124

“Ok, let’s not panic, Bumpkins! The North Pole has to be here somewhere!” Bumpkins was talking to himself, as usual. His GPS wasn’t functioning for some reason, and he had to resort to reading , and at the thought Bumpkins sighed deeply, a paper map! “Great, genius, you’re reading it upside down!” He turned the map right side up, and then saw the problem. He had traveled 90 miles east when he sh...

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“Ernie and Clementine ” by Laura Simmons

Submitted to Contest #79

   Ernie  was taking his nighttime constitutional when he spotted someone coming towards him. Nothing unusual about that, except this one looked like...  Nah, it couldn’t be. Yet, as he got closer, he realized that, yes, it was, his old pal, Clementine!   “Well, Clemie, ain’t you a sight for sore eyes!”  “Ernie? Really and truly?”  “Really and truly! The one- and- only Ernie Chester!”   Clementine laughed. “Yo...

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“A New Paradise ” by Laura Simmons

Submitted to Contest #60

  “Where’s your mask?”  Leonard looked at Cheryl incredulously. “Mask? Why the hell would we need those things anymore? It’s the friggin’ apocalypse.”  “Well, you don’t have to curse.”  “I didn’t curse. I said ‘friggin.’”  “All the same, you should wear one.”She looked out the jagged hole in the wall where a window had been. “The air may be tainted with lord knows what kind of germs.” He slowly turned to her and sighed. When he...

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“The Care and Feeding of Your Pet” by Laura Simmons

Submitted to Contest #38

“La-la, stop it, now!”“What’s wrong?”I laughed. “Oh, it’s just La-la. Every time I open my laptop to work, she plops right in the middle of it!”“Well, she’s jealous for attention, that’s all. Just put her into the spare room, and close the door. You’ll have some peace to do your work, then.”“Oh, I hate to do that.”“Why? The spare room has plenty of light and windows. She does like looking out the windows.”“ Yes, but she’d really love to actually go outside. ““ You know we can‘t let La- la d...

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“The Robbery of the Blue Angel” by Laura Simmons

Submitted to Contest #37

 “Gentlemen!” “Harrumph!” “Oh, alright, then. Calm down, Mrs. Jostens. Lady and gentlemen, may I have your attention, please. Under this cloche is, wait for it- where is a drumroll when you need one- under this cloche is the great, the fabulous, the one-and-only
 “Spit it out, Mr. Tidebottom! What’ve you got there? Mr. Tidebottom sighed deeply. “Yes, Mrs. Jostens. You’re quite right. He dramatically pulled the cover off the cloche, and inside, sparkling like blue fire, was a diamond. No...

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“Magenta” by Laura Simmons

Submitted to Contest #35

 I love the park in the spring, particularly in the evening. It's quieter then. This park is charming, with its trees and benches, its fountain in the center. Dead center, with all the trees around it. All in bloom: snow white, pink, even some magenta. I love that word, “magenta.” I don’t know why, I just do, ok? I just do. I’m sure it’s alright, isn’t it? I’m sure it is. Yes, it’s got to be. Magenta. Magnificent magenta.  Almost red, but not quite. It’s not the season for red. Not yet. It is the season for yell...

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“Virtually Yours” by Laura Simmons

Submitted to Contest #34

HI! Hi. How’s it going? How could anything be going? We’re in quarantine, remember? Self-isolation. Not the same. You’re ok, right? Who knows? Guess so. Don’t feel sick, anyway. You? I’m fine. Miss you. Miss you, too. Guess texting is better than nothing. Y...

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“ “Best Friends”” by Laura Simmons

Submitted to Contest #33

I tried it at so many angles, in so many lights. I tried it on different surfaces: the coffee table, the center of the dining room table, the top of the break front, the curio cabinet. Nope. I sighed deeply. This gift was given to me by my best friend Kathy, not just a B.F.F, as the lingo goes, but a true best friend, one who has stuck by me through thick and thin, and who’d continue to do so in the future, I had no doubt. But the gift she gave me! It was... well, frankly, I hated it. I couldn’t display it in my home, I just couldn’t. It ...

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“Breaking Through” by Laura Simmons

Submitted to Contest #32

 John sat at the kitchen table, swilling the last of his third martini.  “I’m leaving you! For good, this time!” exclaimed Cheryl in tears.   “What! I would never act that way!” declared John to his friend, Bob. No wonder Cheryl is leaving me; I’m a lush.”  “John, you know you can’t help your actions. You’re a character in Sharon Adams’ novels. So is Cheryl. “  “Sharon Adams’ schlock novels.”

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“Marlene’s Gift” by Laura Simmons

Submitted to Contest #29

Marlene Smith was an ordinary person in every way. She was of medium height and weight, had brown hair and eyes, and wasn’t bad looking, but certainly not beautiful. No one looked twice at Marlene. She was a good cook, a decent singer, poor in math, like many people, and good at creative writing. But how she wished she had an ability, a talent, to set her apart from others! Just one, so that she could be known for something special.Marlene’s parents often told her that she would find the talent to make her stand out from the rest. ...

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“Crash Landing” by Laura Simmons

Submitted to Contest #24

Astronauts Rick Meyers and Janet Nardo we’re gazing at the sea. They both loved the beach, but this was no ordinary one. They had crash landed on Kepler 22b, over 600 light years from their home planet Earth. And they were the first human beings to be looking at this planet, the real thing, not just a photo or a schematic diagram. “What’s the matter, Rick, are you chicken?” “What’s the matter, Nardo, are you twelve?” She took her eyes off the bizarre ocean to gaze more clearly at him. Ignoring the insult, she ask...

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