Lucy Newman

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Nov, 2020

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7 Stories

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“Lady Love” by Lucy Newman

Submitted to Contest #127

“Hello dear soul, this is Stella Amour. Who do I have the pleasure of speaking with today?” I always greeted clients in this way, in a most soothing voice. Having been crowned the “Love Psychic” for my company, I liked to make a loving first impression. “Hi, this is Amy,” a gentle, shaky voice replied. “Oh my dear, you’re upset. What questions do you have for me?” Step one. Read the tone. “It’s my husband. I just found out he’s been cheating on me. I knew something was up so I looked through his email while he was sl...

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“More Than That” by Lucy Newman

Submitted to Contest #76

“I’m telling you, I’ve never felt better. Once I started writing again I’m like a new person. Like I’m living again, you know?” I told my friend Kasey as our lovely server slid our plates in front of us. “Let me know if you need anything else ladies. Enjoy!” she stated, grinning widely before turning away.  She took a sip of her coffee and set it down gently in front of her. “Lucy, are you taking your meds?” she asked.  What do you mean, am I taking my meds? “Yes, of course I am,” I replied. Kasey and I had been friends...

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“For Love or Money” by Lucy Newman

Submitted to Contest #72

"Robert is despicable. A narcissistic pig. But, I think you already know that, don't you?" Samuel said to me, his words crisp and matter of fact.I took a sip of my coffee before sliding my sunglasses down the bridge of my nose, revealing the blackened eyes that the concealer failed to cover."Yes, Samuel. I do.""He is about to cost us this business. Something needs to be done," he stated, lacing his fingers together in contemplation.I had met Robert a year prior. He was painfully handsome and possessed a charm I had never experienced with men...

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“The Biscuit Burglar ” by Lucy Newman

Submitted to Contest #71

"Heavens to Betsy! We've been robbed!" Eleanor Baker had exclaimed, throwing her pruney hands into the air. Minding her nightgown, she stepped out of the passenger's side of a minivan. David, her grey-haired son, walked around from the other side.I was a twenty-one year old rookie at the time. It was my first time on the graveyard shift and I'd never dealt with a break-in before. Back-up was on the way, but Eleanor was already storming into the store front."Ma'am, please stand back. Back-up is on the way and we don't know if the robber is st...

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“We All Suffer” by Lucy Newman

Submitted to Contest #69

Exit eighty-three appeared quicker than Frankie had remembered. She merged to the right, ascending the hill that overlooked her hometown. It was nostalgic when she caught the first glimpse, although it was different than when she was a child. What was once a small, quiet community had become quite the tourist attraction- well known for its mighty pines, towering rock faces, and lakeside cottages. Frankie had to agree it was the perfect getaway for the bustling city folk, but it had lost the familiar comfort to her. She was caught off guard w...

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“Thank you, Mrs. Donaldson” by Lucy Newman

Submitted to Contest #68

It'd been twenty-four years since she'd last seen it, but the place looked exactly the same. The massive building was constructed of an array of red and brown brick, contrasted by white, that lined the gleaming rectangular windows. The edges of the structure weren't sharp; instead, they were etched in like little staircases. It reminded her of the pin art she used to play with as a child. Her brother would make a contorted face and stick it into the pins, then chase her around with the horrifying 3D image.The entrance, a pointed archway, was...

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“Ask Me a Question” by Lucy Newman

Submitted to Contest #68

"Well, to be quite honest, the thought of structure frightens me. I don't know who I'd be if I lived a life where everything was perfectly planned. I know that seems to be the most productive and ideal way to live life, but it just isn't for me. I'm a bit of a loose cannon. I am exhilarated by the punches that life throws at me. I think life is meant to be wild and carefree. I live for the moment. Does that scare you?"That wasn't quite the answer I was expecting when we embarked on this odd question game she had compiled. I mean, my biggest ...

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