Louise Muller

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jun, 2020

Stories (23)

23 Stories

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“Quija” by Louise Muller

For as long as I can remember, I lived a cautious life, strictly on the straight and narrow. “Never trust something you don’t understand, Sharon,” my grandmother’s words echoed in my head. We, the Braverman women, weren’t the kind of people who lived on the wild side. We never took chances; no risks for us - ever. It is fair to say that we didn’t embrace the name Braverman as we should have, but we weren’t men after all....

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“The Locked Door ” by Louise Muller

The key glistened as the afternoon sun kissed it lightly. It seemed to taunt me, whispering that this was what I had been waiting for, refusing to go unnoticed any longer. My sister, Mary, sat next to me. Her eyes, too, were fixed on the golden object that offered so many answers. The air around us seemed to change as expectation hung in the air. Was today the day we’d finally get to go into Dad’s locked door?

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“The Statement of Officer John Burkle ” by Louise Muller

The pages reflect the little light that fills the room. They seem to beg me to pick them up and see what secrets they contain. I know what is written within, yet I burn to have my eyes glide over the words to see the story from another perspective. Finally, a clearing of the throat snaps my attention. Then, a nod, encouraging me to take hold and devour what lies ahead of me. I can no longer contain my curiosity, you see,...

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“The Secret of the Charred Widow ” by Louise Muller

"Promise me you'll keep on living, Mia," he whispered through strained breaths. His lips had lost their color. His eyes still shone bright with love but shared immense sadness and guilt. He felt guilty for leaving us behind. Even on his deathbed, Evan was selfless. I smiled through my tears and took a deep breath, hoping to breathe him in and keep him with me for longer. Evan passed on a Wednesday. The w...

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“Grandpop's Stutter” by Louise Muller

“There’s s-s-something in them w-w-woods,” Grandpop whispered with the usual quiver in his voice. His eyebrows were untamed and gray. His lips trembled as they always did when he spoke about the woods. He had stuttered for as long as I could remember. My sister and I asked him about it once. “The c-c-creature in the w-w-woods took my s-s-speech,” he answered with solemn eyes,” along with your M-m-mama and G-g-grandma. No m-m-man can recover f-f-from an encounter like that.” We never knew a time before Grandpop’s stutter, a time with Grand...

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“Intertwined Fate” by Louise Muller

Come, child, have a seat. Surely you have a few minutes to sit with an old woman before heading off trying to find the place where you long to go. I also got lost in these woods many times over the years. In fact, I’m very grateful that you took the wrong turn at the main road and traveled down to this neck of the woods. It’s been too long since someone has. Now, don’t worry, love, old age isn’t contagious, and I don’t bite. What’s that? Oh, yes, my tea is an interesting color indeed. Funny you should ask because I ...

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“Old Faded Photographs ” by Louise Muller

My fingers run over the material that hangs loosely from my neck, a scarf that feels both new and old. It has a familiarity that makes it feel cosy like a warm summer breeze. It also has an element of mystery, disguised by a lush, soft, luxerious feel. My fingers play with the yarn and I wonder how much time has passed since I put the scarf on, hours or minutes? I wonder what color the scarf is. There's no way to be sure...

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“The Stiletto Proclamation ” by Louise Muller

Floral and sweet fragrances sell unspoken promises. As I walk past the lush amount of perfume counters on the first floor of the department store, my senses are flooded with scents and images, each carrying silent vows of power. The massive images boldly sell illusions of what a real woman looks like. The perfumes, however, weave a subtle magic. Some promise the confidence to catch the man of your dreams. Others...

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“Below Deck ” by Louise Muller

The air around me seemed to stand still. Everyone was silent. The tension strangled me. Lena, my bride, stood in front of me staring at me, awaiting my response. Her look was one of concern and anger. I had hesitated, and that was frowned upon when standing in front of the altar. Thou shall not hesitate. The truth is, I wasn't simply trying to buy time, I was wondering how the hell I was going to get myself out of this situation. When I saw her walking towards me, my future father-in-law proudly boasting his gorgeous daughter on his arm, ...

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“The Final Shot ” by Louise Muller

My tired eyes were burning as sweat ran down my face. I felt my heart pumping loudly in my chest. My breath was shallow and harsh. My lungs hurt with every breath I took. The air was hot, and felt hostile, poisonous. I was overcome with fear, pure unadulterated fear. It was the kind of fear you felt when you knew your life was about to change for the worst. Few people knew this kind of fear, and I envied all who didn't. ...

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“For Her Eyes Only ” by Louise Muller

He raised the tainted paper to eye level and looked at it closely, misshaped and deformed, manipulated by his hands. He ran his hands over the sheet. His hands, like the paper, were misshaped and deformed, manipulated by old age. This would be his last letter, he knew it. His time had come. He met Lina more than sixty years ago at his cousin, Bob's BBQ. If he had known that his entire life would change o...

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“288 Hours” by Louise Muller

"Go to Austria," my sister had said, "it'll be good for you to be by yourself, away from technology, people, and especially that ass, Rob." Now that I find myself in Austria, alone, with no means to contact the outside world, I fear I didn't think this through. My sister, Debs has four children under the age of four years old. Silence must be something she treasures. For me, however, I find the silence that surrounds me ...

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“Staying in the Lines” by Louise Muller

Screams filled the air as the children chased each other on the grass. A small boy climbed on the jungle gym and screamed to the others proudly,” Look at me! Look what I can do! Follow me!” The others stared in amazement and they cheered him on loudly but none were so brave to follow his path. Little girls braided each other’s hair, and big sisters cuddled the smaller ones. The boys fought and threw punches trying to sho...

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“Sunsets in the Karoo ” by Louise Muller

The small bird knew it was nearly time to go. He could feel it in his bones. Every morning was a little colder than the one before and the days were getting shorter. He knew he would soon start his journey north to a warmer place. He had done this so many times before but this time he knew would be his last time. The years had gotten away from him and he was an old bird now. He looked out at the sight tha...

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“Jennifer Jessel and Marvin Meerkat's Awesome Adventure ” by Louise Muller

Jennifer Jessel lives on Jackson Street. She loves jalapeno jam and always has it on jaffles with a big glass of jackfruit juice. She enjoys dancing, especially the jive and she often listens to jazz music. She has a pet, a mild-tempered meerkat named Marvin. Marvin loves mangoes, mulberry muffins with marmalade, and mint chocolate. He likes morning naps, meditation and monkeying around. Jennifer...

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Author bio

I'm a South African living in Taiwan. I love reading and writing. I'm currently working on my first novel which I hope will be done by the end of the year. I also love the outdoors and the ocean. I'm excited to see all the creativity here. I have my own YouTube channel dedicated to the fine art of horror. If you enjoy scary tales and creepy facts, please check it out and subscribe. Thanks! https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC8HHj8h8jBfJ2PPXegF5WPA I'm pretty active on Fanstory. Here's my profile link if you want to check it out: https://www.fanstory.com/mypage.jsp