Leah Murphy

Author on Reedsy Prompts since May, 2021

Stories (6)

6 Stories

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“Number 12” by Leah Murphy

Miller flipped through the presentation binder without reading it, his anger evident. “These are the same results as last week, Number 12. What are you trying to accomplish again?” “I told you yesterday sir, at the meeting” he replied meekly. His boss stopped turning the pages and glanced up at the technician incredulously. He did his best to maintain eye contact, but as Miller’s stare grew harder he had...

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“Trees” by Leah Murphy

**Warning: Coarse Language** Outskirts of Salem Town, Massachusetts. 1694 A brutal February wind rattled the front door of the lonely farmhouse. Small wisps of cool air wafting in through the thin walls tested the warmth of the dull fire burning. The sisters dined on salt pork stew in an awkward silence. “Abigail, the trial-” ...

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“Cafe” by Leah Murphy

She awoke face down on the floor of a department store, and looked around in a daze. A coffee shop was to her left, scattered clothes hung in a mess on her right. She forced herself to her feet and entered the shop. It was full of teenagers. They had pushed the tables into large groups, and threw things at each other laughing; even the baristas had joined. She walked towards the counter with heavy feet, trying to catch ...

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“The Garden” by Leah Murphy

Ellie never wanted to move. It was a lovely house in a friendly neighborhood, and she hated it. Change never brought her good things. The moving truck had been delayed, furthering her distaste. All she had was a sleeping bag, a thin blanket, and a soft sweater she used as a pillow. Her parents tried to lift her spirits by calling it “indoor camping”, but nothing could sway Ellie’s stubbornness. A thunderstorm loomed over the neighborhood their first night in the house. The roof creaked and protested under the weight...

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“An Unexpected Guest” by Leah Murphy

The room reeked of desolation and loneliness. Thin, dusty rays of sunlight filtered through the gossamer curtains and fell gently on the dated carpet, a sea of faded ivory. Light coloured baseboards held strong and flat against the wall. Faded damask wallpaper peeled away from sections of the white plaster walls, the previous owner’s attempt at further decorating the space. The paintings had been removed and placed on th...

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“Erik” by Leah Murphy

The rain pounded against his blistering hands, cooling the fresh sores. It was hard to breathe; his asthma was pushing his lungs to their extreme, making him force deep painful gasps of air and water droplets. His boots sank into the soft mud as he dug the rusty spade deeper into farm soil. The wood handle stabbed his fingers with small splinters, the shaft threatening to snap at any moment. He heard the barn door crea...

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Author bio

Post grad with a lifelong love for creative writing.