Laura Woodside

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Dec, 2020

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“The Silver Portal” by Laura Woodside

Submitted to Contest #75

Myrralis had been at this job for a long time. How long had it been? Time passed differently for such beings. If one were to listen to humans, they would say it had been a couple of thousand years. Long enough. Myrralis enjoyed watching the humans; they lived such varied and free lives. A reaper had one job; to guide humans away from their lives and into the next. When a human died, their souls tended to wander, not knowing what to do. That’s where a reaper would come in. They had to convince the human soul that it was time to move on, leav...

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“When The Storm Ends” by Laura Woodside

Submitted to Contest #74

Colin scratched at the wooden wall with a pocket knife, adding a deep vertical line to the collection of marks. The wind billowed and whistled outside and Colin could feel the clubhouse shaking all around him. Setting the knife down, he wrapped his arms around his legs and rested his chin on his knees. He glanced at the wall. He added a mark to it every time his mother sent him out to play when she and her boyfriend faught; the wall was getting full. Yesterday, Colin was fighting dragons in the backyard; today it was too miserable to do any...

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“A Dash of Magic” by Laura Woodside

Submitted to Contest #73

Matilda’s back was against the wall – literally. The community Christmas Eve party had taken an unexpected turn. There were five people on their knees in front of her, each begging for her to marry them while a whole town’s worth of people stared in their direction, watching expectantly.For someone who was used to blending into the background and had also been single for years, her anxiety levels were at an all-time high. Matilda never believed in magic (what sane person did?) but the events of the last twenty-four hours had changed how she ...

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“The Lost Manuscript” by Laura Woodside

Submitted to Contest #72

I sat on my mother’s pristine leather couch, second-guessing why I’d even come. We never got along much when I was growing up and lost touch when I went to college. She thought I should have stayed at home and worked at the family brewery with her and my brother; I couldn’t think of anything I’d want to do less. When I’d told her I wanted to be a writer instead, she’d all but disowned me. She had no respect for such careers and was determined to convince me that it was foolhardy and that I could never make a living at it. It had been a yea...

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Author bio

Animal lover and all-round eccentric personality. I love toying with different styles of writing and different genres and I'm using Reedsy to give myself a little challenge and little fun!