Lizzie Hudson

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jul, 2022

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4 Stories

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“Dead Horses” by Lizzie Hudson

Dead Horses She took in the air: sweet, fall-dried grass and fresh tossed earth, a whiff of sharp pine nearby. Her nightgown kissed her bare legs in the breeze. A shadow registered briefly behind her, she could hear shadows now, and she felt for its hand. Her other hand clung to the handle of a short leash. When she heard the thunder, she thought at first it was the dog’s growl. Her white eyes could not see the lightning’s quick flash that drowned the white stones below in a whiter spotlight, a row of uneven teeth in a little smile. D...

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“Dead Horses” by Lizzie Hudson

Submitted to Contest #169

Dead Horses She took in the air: sweet, fall-dried grass and fresh tossed earth, a whiff of sharp pine nearby. Her nightgown kissed her bare legs in the breeze. A shadow registered briefly behind her, she could hear shadows now, and she felt for its hand. Her other hand clung to the handle of a short leash. When she heard the thunder, she thought at first it was the dog’s growl. Her white eyes could not see the lightning’s quick flash that drowned the white stones below in a whiter spotlight, a row of uneven teeth in a little smile. D...

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“Cage” by Lizzie Hudson

Submitted to Contest #163

The moon was striding up the distant trees branch by branch, its full belly receding to the high ball of light that turns on Night. But not many noticed. That foreign gold could not compete with the raucous bells and whirrs and neon pinks and human shrieks contained in the small plot on earth. Lola and Carrie clutched melting snow cones as they bumped and bumbled through messes of people, giddy people, laughing people, but there were sure to be brawling people soon: fights over a foam- stuffed animal, a girl, or, much later, race-infused t...

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“Where the Current Takes You” by Lizzie Hudson

Submitted to Contest #154

The arriving cars snaked around the loop of road that ended at the cul-de-sac and her treacherous driveway. The Oldsmobile gleamed with blue avarice; the station wagon growled with hunger. From her perch at the window, she considered calling the whole thing off. She was irritated by this intrusion, this glut of strangers who sulked the air with greed and voids to fill. To take- and specifically to take from her. And then: a nip of fear. Something she couldn’t quite place. Three sharp raps. She pulled at the seam...

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