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Author on Reedsy Prompts since Sep, 2019
Submitted to Contest #21
 The 2019 Christmas staff party, thus far, had been an absolute disaster. Despite paying £50 a head all 26 of us were crammed into the small function room at the back of a grubby pub that had an overall rating of 2 stars. It didn’t look festive in the slightest, apart from a small, barely decorated Christmas tree in the corner and a few crackers that, when pulled had nothing in them, sat on the table. A buffet of sausage rolls, triangle-shaped sandwiches and a selection of crisps in bowls had been laid out like we were children. Fa...
Submitted to Contest #16
Granny Winnie is a witch. And the forest behind her cottage is cursed. The townsfolk don’t go near it and even animals stay away. Granny always tells us never to go into the forest alone. There are too many trees, all close together. Light barely reaches the forest floor. Once you go in you’ll lose your way and you won’t come back out. My sister Nancy takes the warning seriously. She’s older than me and wiser, I follow in her lead. Our brother Peter doesn’t believe, he thinks it’s just a scary story to keep us from wandering away. “It’s only...
Submitted to Contest #11
The colours were all gone but the smells were still the same, even after all of these years. I hadn’t visited Granny Rosie and Grandpa Pym since I was 10, and yet I remembered everything in the garden. I stood on the back steps, taking it all in and picturing it in my mind. Granny Rosie loved her garden. Always out in the sunshine. A sunhat on her head and a trowel in her gloved hand, that's how I remember her. Grandpa Pym much preferred to be inside, reading the newspaper or watching the horse racing. As a child, I loved staying at their ho...
Submitted to Contest #9
We had another sister, my sister Rosie and me. She was the youngest, born 3 years after Rosie and 5 years after me. I remember the day they brought her home, my second little sister. She was a happy baby, always smiling, bright, and cheerful. Her name was Mary-Jane. I never much liked my other sister, for she was always there. Whenever Rosie and I would play, no doubt she would appear. Mother said we had to include her because she was our sister too. I often wished it was just Rosie and me again. Like it used to be. Like it should be. I didn...
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