M Belle

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Apr, 2021

Stories (5)

5 Stories

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“You Stranger Me” by M Belle

Submitted to Contest #96

“I didn’t think you would come today,” Henry hands me a shallow cardboard box stuffed with stained t-shirts, several packets of floss, and a mug. I don’t point out that my most expensive possession is missing, a box of condoms. Rather, I hoist the box onto my hip. It's one of those fruit boxes, the ones that come stacked with oranges. This one smells like citrus and dust and me. Or well, what was me. The me before the breakup. That isn’t right. It wasn’t a breakup. It was a breakdown. A corrosion spanning four years, eight months, and...

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“The Shadow's Puppet” by M Belle

Submitted to Contest #92

I hadn't heard them that night, the howling of the wolves. No, but I did hear something else, the crush of rough snow underfoot, the clank of a wagon. The moon was already high, stark against the bruise of early dusk. I rushed to the window, not caring that the book I held now lay open upon the stone floor, hidden by the alcove thick curtains. I pressed my nose to the glass, felt a whimper of the wind against the tip of my nose. The snow of ballerinas and Tchaikovsky, of deep mugs of hot chocolate, and the edges of fresh bread, began to...

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“Life in Tandem” by M Belle

Submitted to Contest #91

My mind was a battlefield of ABC’s. Atrocities abounded as letters struck each other against the cool compress of my mind. Butchered sentences seized each other in an attempt to amalgamate to something more. Cruelties laid within my fiery breath as words screeched and tore at my brain. My very being cracked. I spoke. Wrong. “Cat... Sits.. The,” I gritted my teeth and stared up. Up at the ceiling with its wooden thatches and sticky dirt pressed into the cracks. “No, it's The Cat Sits. Try again,” Why this funny teacher was out h...

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“Forbidden To Fall” by M Belle

Submitted to Contest #90

“The carriage gave a shock of a hustle and down she fell, right to the bottom of the ravine floor,” I couldn’t help a scowl as I looked over at my sister. She was on her hands and knees, scrubbing inside the Duchess’ fireplace. Her grey hair fell in a long sheath from the slightly peaked top of her head down to the floor. I watched the strands run a lover’s touch across the sooted bricks before swinging backward. “I knew you would be scowling,” Ben said, turning to look at me. She rose slowly from her bruised knees. In her hand she clen...

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“The Love of Greed” by M Belle

Submitted to Contest #90

It was so very wrong that three could love such as they and I. My love was selfless. My love was alone. At once a weight I nestled within, feeding with looks and touch. Now it is a hole that has consumed us all. Consuming when it could have given, become a flower that flourishes in beauty and clarity. Yet a flower did not flourish from my love. I did not flourish. Your love did not flourish. Your love burned. It crackled and spit putrid ash, consuming us all.But that was not then, and I am to tell the tale of then. There were many in th...

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