LC Munro

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jun, 2020

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8 Stories

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“The Book (Word Count; 1,610)” by LC Munro

Submitted to Contest #260

(Sensitive content note: mild use of expletive)I’d known Geraldine all my life. We lived on the same street. Our parents were best friends. Our mums would sit and chat over coffee or wine whilst we played Tag or Hide and Seek. Our dads drank together in the local pub on Friday nights. We went to the same school, plaited each other’s hair, were each other’s confidantes and chief bridesmaids at our respective weddings. There was nothing I didn’t know about Geraldine Jones.So why was a professional image of her st...

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“The Outsider (Word Count: 1,467)” by LC Munro

Submitted to Contest #259

(The following story contains some mild use of period language).England, 1810Well-worn boots crunched on pristine white gravel as the young man made his way towards the magnificent red-brick facade of Gracebourne Manor.   The youth stopped for a moment and gazed around him in wonder at the luxury he could never imagine in his wildest dreams. On either side of him, perfectly manicured lawns stretched away towards the horizon, disappearing behind the house. He carried on towards the covered entrance at the top of a short flight of s...

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“Don't Mention the Match! (Word Count: 1,110)” by LC Munro

Submitted to Contest #259

Earth, 2101‘Ohh! What a goal!! What perfect timing! You can hear the home fans in their jubilation! If you’ve just joined us, where in the System have you been?! In the dying moments of the first ever Solar System Soccer World Cup, the Earthlings have beaten the Martians three to two thanks to twenty-year-old Ariana Bruce. What a match
 Steve?’‘That’s right, Jim. This young lady has propelled herself - and the globe’s team - to intrastellar stardom for sure! Our children
 our children’s children - will...

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“The Snow Globe” by LC Munro

Submitted to Contest #186

Glossary of terms:"Blower" - telephone"Ha'way" - come on"Haddaway" - No way/I don't believe you."Park ya butt" - sit down (in case it's not obvious)****“What’s that, Grandad?”“What’s
 what, pet?”“This thingy here, with the policemen standing in the snow?”Maggie and I looked at each other, rolled our eyes, and grinned. Here we went again.*“What’s that, Daddy?”“It’s a snow globe, Ryan.”“Why’s it got two policemen in it?”“One of those policemen is your Daddy, son.”“Aye, that widened your eyes, didn’t it, lad?”"Steve!"“Daddy, Mummy?”“Yes, R...

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“Lucy's Resolutions ” by LC Munro

Submitted to Contest #179

Lucy’s New Year's Resolutions1) Eat Healthily:  I’ve really let myself go since breaking up with Marcus. Eighteen years, we’d been together and splitting up has been hard. Didn’t help my self-esteem that he’d left me for his blonde-bimbo of a twenty-something secretary. I’m only thirty eight!Somehow, local takeaways recognise me just by the sound of my voice. And they know what I’m going to order. When did that happen? I’ve got a loyalty card off two of them for Christmas, too. I’ve saved Just-Eat and ...

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“No Good Deed” by LC Munro

Submitted to Contest #175

The last of the autumn leaves floated down to join the multi-coloured pile that had gathered against her wall.Moments later the kids at Number 21, a girl of five dressed in a red coat, long blonde hair flying behind her, and her four year old brother, in green, ran through the leaves on their way to school.Janice sipped her sweet, black coffee as she sat and watched the family’s progress. Something had to be done about those leaves, and it looked like it would have to be her.The school bell was her cue. Mr Whiskers, her tabby, watc...

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“The Holiday” by LC Munro

Submitted to Contest #174

The fog hung thick in the cold autumn air, so that everything more than a few feet away was reduced to eerie silhouettes. With it came an uneasy silence, penetrated by the muted whisper of the occasional car that dared to venture out in such weather or the murmurs of our group. Empty bird feeders hung from trees in gardens like miniature 18th century gibbets.  We huddled together, hands shoved under armpits, suitcases at our feet, as we waited for the coach to arrive. “Wish the driver would hurry up,” grumbled Jack.&nbs...

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“The Passenger” by LC Munro

Submitted to Contest #90

The train was not designed for wheelchair users.  It was an ancient relic of a bygone age that fitted in perfectly with its accompanying station and the ghost town beyond. My companion heaved my chair over the threshold and slumped down on the handlebars. The carriage was packed tight. A beanpole would be be hard pushed to stand up, let alone a person. Me and my chair prompted a low mumble of irritation. “As if there’s enough room on the train for one of them.” “Shouldn’t let that kind of person on here.” “What’s th...

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Author bio

A British writer in her early 40s.