Lee-Anne Archibald

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jun, 2022

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“Identity Thieves” by Lee-Anne Archibald

The Sargeant was a large bury man with a heart of gold. He didn't want a corrupt department, and they wouldn't quit betraying him in the force. They were letting this wealthy woman's empire waste away, to the Marla Mann's, in the organization's department. They were both identity thieves, one was a constable, the other an officer in the fraud department. They were thieves and Marla couldn't have won, in this hostile takeover of her corporations, with these two in the force. She was a quazillionaire and the two false women,were hot on her mo...

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“Who Did It” by Lee-Anne Archibald

I am a mother of six, and I know they did it. I know all of my my children, did all of the things I said they did. I am pointing a blame finger, yes I am. They are monsters, and I love them, but, they are going to put me in a mental institution, if they don't start taking responsibility for the things that they do. The plant pots. The plant pots are full of vitamins. I refuse to pay five dollars more for "Flintstone" vitamins. They do taste good, or better than the generic ones, you can't chew them. The expensive ones, you can chew. Darn i...

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“My skin was dark” by Lee-Anne Archibald

"Where I come from, wey don like your kind" she said to me looking into my deep brown eyes, like I was a demon or something. "What are you doing, in my office then" I exclaimed. "Comin to see the pretty black boy, that's what". While she demolished a leaf of my pretty plant, it's green leaf, getting lines,and juice coming out,of it, in between her fingers. I had paid a dollar, for that nice plant, but looked steadily at her hands ruining it. "At fourty dollars an hour" I asked, in shock, of her answer, of my question, about what she wanted o...

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“Good good morning ” by Lee-Anne Archibald

Gonna be a good, good morning, gonna be a good, good morning, gonna laugh all day. Gonna spend the whole darn day with you. Gonna be a good, good morning, gonna be a good, good morning, gonna dance, and bop,gonna jump, and hop. Gonna spend the whole darn day, with you. Gonna eat our lunch together,gonna eat our supper too. Gonna spend the whole darn day, with you.I wrote this song for Gates. I sang it to him,that morning. He was my everything. He had liquid hazel green eyes, that would melt the hardest of hearts. When he looked at you he wou...

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“Cheribum” by Lee-Anne Archibald

"Hello, Father Christis" said the nun, with the pristine black and white habit on. " Hello, sister Smyth", said the handsome, older, extremely dapper Catholic father. He was eating a meal of cornbread and stew at the same table as the nun, who just had joined him. "I have word of the Cheribum, we have been waiting for, from in the New Testament,for two thousand years, Father" she quietly told him,smiling from inside and out. " It is written sister, where are they" he asked, stopping chewing for a moment ,and sopping up the gravey with his br...

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“Eat the rain” by Lee-Anne Archibald

He walked and walked. Leaving his light year travel vehicle behind him, it was the stupidest thing he had ever done. He landed in a jungle earlier, then went back in his ride and when the loran showed on the display that it was over a desert, he got excited about its inhabitants. He got out of the craft, and walked then turned himself around, so that there was no way he would ever find it again, the vehicle was separated from him.The second day he came across what looked like a big juicy green hand. He took the chance, and squeezed a gooey l...

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“Stone age money” by Lee-Anne Archibald

Hmppphh...hmppphh....That was the noise he made as he chipped away at the large stone rock. He was the richest cave man of them all. He knew how to make a wheel. He had wheels for everyone, and everyone gave him thier goods. Rugs, made of skin and fur, ornate jewelery, made of pretty rocks. The tenderloin of the animals that the others hunted,were his and his families, to eat. He was the only wheel maker in the community, and he made them perfect and round. He had a collection of three wheels built now, it was a matter of time before someone...

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“Wanna buy a watch” by Lee-Anne Archibald

New York City!! Wow! What a metropolis. The city that never sleeps. I walked down the street and looked at the native New Yorkers and thought " what a city" I could buy a watch off a guy that had them inside his long coat, all displayed, with price tags and everything. I mean where else could you get a " blinged" out Rolex for about fifty bucks. It might not tell time,but hey, it looked like a Rolex. Although I was told a real Rolex has a second timer that just floats around the face, a fake one, a tick tock effect. It would look pretty good...

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“Unliklely Pair of hands” by Lee-Anne Archibald

He was a guru. He was a guru in the music industry. He had his bachelour of arts in music. He played music. He taught music. He sang music. He was all music could be. Litto was a little, short phillipino man. He lived for music, and inbetween volunteering for seniors and any other event in town, he played. He played for free, he played for money, and he played for the sheer joy of it. His sense of humour was the kind of good, clean humour, you could use to make kids laugh. Always ready to give a cookie, or a phillipino salted egg to his stud...

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