Lucy Matthes

Author on Reedsy Prompts since May, 2020

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“The One Without an Ending” by Lucy Matthes

Submitted to Contest #84

1st Jan 2027 It’s New Years Day. New Year… not so new me. I’m still stuck in this hospital with this same old boring, debilitating disease. To be fair I haven’t been in the hospital too long, especially compared to some people but that’s besides the point. I’m young and in my prime, I should be off partying in Ibiza and spending nights on the beach with my friends. But I’m not, because I can’t. And don’t get me wrong, I get it. I get why they have to lock me up in my room like I’m some sort of animal, I get that I can’t open the window f...

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“The Essay” by Lucy Matthes

Submitted to Contest #54

Okay, so I’m trying to write this essay… you see where I’m going? Well, I need you help. Owls, that’s what it’s on, not quite sure why I chose to write about owls for my end of term essay but I’m stuck with it now. I also sort of like owls. Sort of. Abi said I was mad, delusional. “You’re writing about a really stupid, very cute big bird! Also, James have you ever even seen an owl before.” “I’d like to inform you that yes, James here has seen an owl before. James has also touched said owl-” I replied proudly before being cut off. Abi clea...

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“The Spy Game” by Lucy Matthes

Submitted to Contest #44

With ten minutes to go, I sprint down the office building corridors, endless row after endless row. The absence of people in the night compared to what it would be like during the day was eery and unsettling but I was glad no one was in there. I glance at my watch again, eight and a half minutes. I stop and sigh, definitely not enough time to get out of the winding corridors of the office building that was about to explode. Wonderful! I love being a secret agent, the upside of this is for once I actually know my fate. The starry sky in ...

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“The Death Transformation” by Lucy Matthes

Submitted to Contest #43

People always ask me if I can feel it when I transform, it’s not every day someone meets one of me. And yes, I can feel it. Transforming isn’t that much of a problem for me, it’s the bulging, grotesque, chunk of flesh that resides at the back of my head, the swelling, redness, and lack of hair draws wondering eyes, people look at me and can’t stop looking. If I make eye contact (which I strive to deter) thoughts of objectification echo in my mind. That. Thing. It. Creature. Dehumanised. Animal. Beast. Ungodly. Inhuman. * I’ve always wanted t...

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Author bio

A fantasist trying to make my way through life.