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Submitted to Contest #319
Fiona- The Social Worker Her face is almost purple with rage, she is incoherent. She was made bolder by whatever it was that fuelled her. Alcohol, for sure. She stank of it. Maybe drugs too, I wouldn't put it past her. "I need to see my kids!" I am inside the building with her children, they're crying. The young girl I saw caught a glimpse of mum through the window. I quickly direct them to another room. "Do we get to see mum today?" The young black hair girl asks me, she is slender and small, with big hazel/green eyes. I swallow and try not...
Submitted to Contest #317
CONTAINS- sexual violence, drug use and abuse My head is POUNDING."Eh I must have blacked out," I blink my eyes rapidly as they adjust to the sun pouring in from a high small window and scan my surroundings.A garage, I’ve got a fucking real-life handcuff on and I'm locked to a fucking pipe.No ominous dripping noises, this fucker was IMMACULATE the garage was impeccably clean. It was the lack of shit and anything at all that freaked me the fuck out. Not one speck of dust and it reeked of bleach."Ok, ok," I soothe myself. "You are being dramat...
Submitted to Contest #306
TW: swearing and sexual innuendo Day OneI've decided to keep a journal of my experience using a cage around my head to give up smoking. An unconventional approach, yes. Necessary? Yes.I want to quit "cold turkey," so I'm going to do it. No nicotine patches. Got my girlfriend to throw all my smokes and lighters in the bin and gave her the key to the cage."Only open this door here," I had indicated to a small door by my mouth, big enough to get food into,"When it's mealtimes," I instructed her.I expected her to be overjoyed, given the power of...
Submitted to Contest #304
I open my email to read this week's writing prompts.They don’t immediately bring about any inspiration.I check my story which I have posted on Reedsy Prompts.It has one comment and one like.I reread it and immediately see an error.“Small, micro,”—hmm, that’s embarrassing.I quickly edit the story.I really did enjoy writing this story it was inspired by a song, and I weaved some of my own life experiences through it.I think back to the prompts again.Maybe I could use this week's prompt to write about a mother returning to work and a tight dead...
Submitted to Contest #197
From the moment I started on the job I was a dedicated worker, I thought of myself as a prized member of the team. It gave me such satisfaction and pride that I truly didn’t think I needed anything more from life.After all, it was my destiny. I was born into the role as a female honey bee, I was tasked as a worker bee, spending my days out of the hive foraging, working on the infrastructure of the hive whilst ensuring it was kept clean and I was also responsible for circulating the air around the hive by flapping my wings.Meanwhile when out ...
Submitted to Contest #187
Opening the door I made my way carefully down my front pathway towards the mailbox.Something that used to come easily for me now felt as terrifying as balancing step by step on a plank.I paused, closed my eyes and felt for my sensor alert pendant on a lancet around my neck. A new accessory since coming home from hospital a week ago. I opened my eyes took a deep breath and continued.On my return from hospital I had reduced my daily walk to the mailbox and back but I was determined to try starting up my old long walks to the local park, cafe o...
Submitted to Contest #185
Sherry grasped onto his hand a sweaty and uncomfortable hold easy to let go off and right now in this moment she couldn’t let him go.They first met in what she would consider the typical boy meets girl way. She was out with her friends and he had caught her eye and she had caught his. He was exactly her type tall, thick dark hair that fell naturally messy, dark eyes under thick dark eyelashes, not overly fit but a naturally broad and muscular build. She was surprised he didn’t already have a girl hanging off his muscular arm. She took one la...
Submitted to Contest #183
An elderly man sat at a table outside a cafe slowly sipping his latte. He was never a very outgoing person but the days felt long and lonely and he missed his wife. She had always been one to enjoy talking just for the sake of it. So he today he thought he would brave a visit to the cafe."Ting" went the door and a businessman bustled out in his haste his gaze briefly swung by the old man. Catching the look the old man started "my wife and I," but he noticed the businessman had already looked away and brought his full attention to his mobile ...
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