Laura Watts

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Mar, 2020

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11 Stories

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“The dream” by Laura Watts

Submitted to Contest #40

Darkness enveloped me like a huge curtain had been closed, blocking out the light. I could barely see my hands before me. I could barely feel my numb toes, frozen in the harsh, cold void. I could barely breath, my breaths falling shallow in my heaving chest. I was cold, like all the warmth and love had been sucked out of the world, and now, it was draining from me too. Crack. I heard a noise. Swiveling round anxiously, I stared desperately into the bushes. Crack. The noise came from behind me, causing me to trip in fright. As I lay, face ...

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“The journey of the light” by Laura Watts

Submitted to Contest #39

Sluggishly, I clawed my way up, into the clouds, heaving my bulky body into England’s sky. I glided onwards, staining the dawn to a bloody scarlet, vibrant as a painter swishing his most flamboyant stroke. I am like a pot of molten lava, my shimmer lapping over and pouring out into the waking world, lighting the eyes of all who look at me. I spread my gold like an artist, my canvas is the night, that I lighten up into a swirling masterpiece of dawn. As I weave my threads of light into the patch-work sky, they build-up,...

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“A confession from far” by Laura Watts

Submitted to Contest #38

Jess flicked her dark hair away, a grumpy expression etched on her face. She was waiting. She looked at the clock. 7 minutes. Her light, hazel eyes were narrowed in concentration. 6 minutes. Her button nose wrinkled in impatience. 5 minutes. She got up and paced around the room, shuffling her feet anxiously as she went. 4 minutes. She couldn't help glancing at the curtain. 3 minutes. She walked towards it. 2 minutes. This was it, he would be here soon. 1 minute."Jess?" a voice called from behind the curtain. She pulled i...

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“The strings of fate” by Laura Watts

Submitted to Contest #38

This is the story of how I changed the world. I didn't mean to. Not at first. It all started with a virus, and a very old guitar.I was bored. Very bored. So bored, I jumped at the chance to do anything. People in my neighborhood had been tested positive for the virus, so I had decided to buy all my food online, and never leave the house, but that was a mistake. Or maybe it wasn't. I don;t know yet. Maybe changing the world was a good thing.One day, a dusty old guitar was mailed to me, with only a tiny n...

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“The curse of the moonlit vanishi-” by Laura Watts

Submitted to Contest #38

I was panicked. More panicked than I had ever been in my life. But I had to remain calm. So much depended on that.“My sister is missing; I was wondering if you could help me?” I asked, as the old woman pushed her glasses further up her wrinkled nose, “My name is Sadie Brown.” “Interesting!” Wheezed the old lady, “Brown, you say. I’ve got a story you might find of importance.” I listened carefully as she settled down, ready to start the tale“It was 1848, and-

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“The wardrobe ” by Laura Watts

Submitted to Contest #38

I have always wanted to find a magical portal. I have always always wanted to find my own place. Big or small. I don't care. Just a place only I know about. Where I can sit, and watch the stars, or hear the muffled shouts and clangs of the outside world. I have always been disappointed. But this story is not about me. This story is about a a young girl, called Lottie. Lottie, an orphan, was lying in bed, looking at the stars. She was alone, again, everyone else fast asleep, but each night, Lottie stayed up, so fascinated...

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“Truth vs Rumor” by Laura Watts

Submitted to Contest #37

I tried. I tried to hold it in. I tried to ignore them. I tried to cover up the cuts their words sliced in my heart. But I couldn't do it. There were too many of them. Too many people who hated me. And now, I've made it worse. Such a huge thing. Started from a tiny rumor.It all started on a normal day. A normal day. Normal. This story does not begin with a lethal arrow slicing a heart. Or in an amazing wonderland of joy. Not even in a seemingly simple bedroom. I hate to disappoint, but this story begins at a tiny desk, in a room fu...

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“Her” by Laura Watts

Submitted to Contest #37

I need to tell you something. Something secret. Something important. There is a girl. There is a ghost-girl. There is a ghost-girl who plays with fire. And someone always gets burnt. I nearly did.   I am mad. At least, that’s what they tell me. At first, I knew I wasn’t, I was sure of it. My brain had never seemed so real, so mine. They tell me I’m crazy, that I dreamt it all up. That it doesn’t make sense. That I should just accept it wa...

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“A visit from guilt” by Laura Watts

Submitted to Contest #37

She had seen glimpses of him many times before, but now he followed her day and night, with a purpose. He was different to the last time she had seen him, morphed into the likeness of someone she had betrayed. She knew why he was here, though she pretended she did not. She was guilty.I saw him again today. He follows me. In the drab, dull streets of London. In my horror filled dreams of death. In my imagination’s fun play. In my cozy, familiar home. He is everywhere. I can’t stop seeing him. He visits me whe...

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“The injection of Dear Diary” by Laura Watts

Submitted to Contest #36

“Are you ready?” This could be the moment that changed her life forever. This needle could kill her, or it could make her life worth living again. What did she have to lose? Sucking in a deep breath, she nodded, and the needle was jabbed into her arm. Immediately, her brain became alive, spurting out memory in a frantic flow of concept and purpose, like and ocean wa...

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“Leaving home” by Laura Watts

Submitted to Contest #35

Slowly, the first day of Spring creaked towards me, growing faster and faster with every step it took. The closer it was, the more it stalked my dreams, the more it muddled my head, the more it froze my heart, like a slow, but unstoppable walk to the gates of death. It chased me through the vast planes of time, getting ever closer, while I remained stuck, unable to move, until finally, it caught up. Until the last day of Winter came, and I had to say goodbye not only to the biting wi...

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