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Marcia H.

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Feb, 2020

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Dead Man Standing

Marcia H.

The sky was heavy with dark clouds, threatening rain but withholding it, as if nature itself hesitated, uncertain whether to weep or remain dry-eyed. A small line of mourners dressed in black walked along the gravel path leading to the church. Some of them mumbled to themselves as they walked in the cold winter’s air. Among them was Margart Ellis. Her face was pale and her eyes were a shade of blood shot red and hollowed by sleepless nights. Her brother, Jonathan Ellis was dead. Or at least that is what she was told. The closed casket in ...

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The Bespectacled Killer

Marcia H.

“It was the one with the glasses.” Henry pointed an accusing finger at the television screen, leaning forward on the couch as Detective Morton, the fictional lead character in the movie, Maple Town Manor, could hear him. But of course, Detective Morton could not hear him because Detective Morton was a character on TV. And Henry? Henry was a man in his mid 40’s who had spent the majority of two hours yelling at the TV screen like it was a two-way radio. “Oh come on Morton,” Henry groaned as the TV detective paced the big living ro...

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The Phantom Hitchhiker

Marcia H.

Submitted to Contest #293

The road stretched endlessly in front of them, two pale yellow lines dividing the dark asphalt under the hush of the moon and the midnight air The only sounds inside the car were the hum of the tires and the rhythmic slap of the windshield wipers against the glass of the window. The rain drizzled down in a misty haze, catching the glow of the headlights turning the night into a soft blur. “You still awake?” Daniel asked, glancing at his daughter in the passenger's seat. Nina blinked her eyes awake and lifted her head from where i...

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Deep Signs and Deep Secrets

Marcia H.

By no means of any stretch of the imagination was Alfred J. Jones a good man, good husband or good father. Now his lifeless body was lying on his living room floor in a pool of his own blood. He was only wearing bright red socks and matching boxer shorts. He was as dead as a door nail. Detective Marion Clarke took a slow sip of her lukewarm coffee as she observed the crime scene. The room was in dismay as if a struggle had taken place. But the body was strangely peaceful. His arms were crossed over his chest but his palms were outstret...

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Forbidden Hearts

Marcia H.

Submitted to Contest #290

The sirens alarmed at precisely 6 pm signaling the start of the curfew. The gray city streets emptied as people hurried inside their houses, avoiding the watchful drones which hovered above them. The government had one unwavering law. Love is Forbidden. Romance had been deemed the root of society’s downfall. Wars had been fought over it, many crimes had been committed in the name of love. Love makes people reckless, unpredictable and dangerous. The city council believed that a world which was free from love was a world at peace.&...

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Someone Else on the Other Side

Marcia H.

Olivia had always been careful online. She was not the kind of woman to trust anyone online easily. But, there was something different about Ethan that felt different. Their conversations flowed effortlessly and felt real. She was getting a real vibe with him and trusted him more than anyone she had previously talked to online. His words were filled with kindness and understanding. They had bonded through shared experiences both in their adult lives and as children. They had met online in a book forum, bonding over their sh...

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Transformation Breeze

Marcia H.

The wind whispered against Sam’s skin, carrying with it the first bite of something unnatural. A chill slithered through his veins. It was deeper than the cold winter’s air should have allowed. He shivered and rubbed his arms. The sensation didn’t go away, instead it burrowed beneath his flesh, like roots taking a hold into fertile soil. His breath hitched, his fingers tingled and then burned. He glanced down at his hands. His nails were getting darker and growing in length. They curled slightly like claws. Panic surged through his bod...

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Deadly Tea Brewing

Marcia H.

Sometimes a cup of tea is just hot water in a kettle, a tea bag, and a pretty cup on top of a saucer that warms you up on a cold winter’s night. Other times, it can be a lethal drink that will either make you sick or kill you.The kettle hissed softly, the sound mingling with the crackle of the fireplace in the otherwise silent kitchen. Eleanor carefully poured the steaming water into the delicate porcelain cup, watching as the tea bag bloomed, its colors swirling in mesmerizing patterns. Her hand hovered over the sugar bowl for a moment, her...

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Dancing to the 80's

Marcia H.

Planning a high school dance in her senior year was the last thing that Allie wanted to do in her spare time. But, she let her best friend, Brenn, talk her into it. But worst of all, Brenn bailed on her and she was left to do all the work by herself. The students voted for a back to the 80’s dance. Allie knew nothing about the 80’s except what yahoo and her mom told her. She closed her eyes as she sat in the bleachers at the school gym and tried to picture what she thought the 80’s would look like. She pursed her lips as she went into ...

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Queen of the Odd Days

Marcia H.

Queen always appeared at noon on the odd days of the month only. So, as the holidays approached, especially Christmas, Zena expected to see Queen. After all, Christmas always falls on an odd numbered day. Zena first noticed Queen during the summer months, June 4th to be exact. She remembers that date because it was her birthday and Queen just showed up looking at her as if to say “Happy Birthday” in cat talk. Back then she called her Kitty Pretty. One day she noticed that Kitty Pretty had a queen-like posture and when she stood c...

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Back to Light

Marcia H.

Submitted to Contest #282

For as long as Kodi could remember, the world had been cloaked in darkness. He and everyone else in the town lived their lives guided by the soft echoes of sound and the tender whisper of the chill of the wind on their faces. They built their homes with stones, wood and leaves they found by feel and told each other stories of what they imagined the world might look like if it was not shrouded in blackness. To them the darkness was their life, a constant unchanging and sometimes a confronting familiarity. Kodi was a curious child always...

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The Dog Ate My Christmas Tree and the Murder

Marcia H.

“Are you going to the holiday party tomorrow?” “Which one? Everyone and their grandma seems to be having holiday parties this year.” “You know the fun one.” “Can you be more specific? I haven’t had fun at any of these parties.” “The one that Jack and Janet are having you know at their house. The house they just bought a few months ago. It is sort of like a house warming and holiday party all in one.” “I don’t know. I might be busy that day.” “You don’t even know what day it is. Come on. You might find love.” “Please. That i...

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The Last Laugh

Marcia H.

Zake shuffled his big size twelve feet down the cracked sidewalk of what used to be West Street, dragging his one foot behind the other. He looked down and noticed his mismatched shoes, one scuffed brown leather loafer and the other a bright pink croc. As they both scrapped along against the asphalt he noticed that was the only sound in the empty world. He sighed, or at least tried to. The sigh came out sounding more like a low groan. “Day 419 of the apocalypse.” Zake muttered, his voice gravelly. “Still no sign of anyone else and I ca...

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The Other Side of the Slipper

Marcia H.

On a crisp cold Autumn morning, as the wind howled through the shutters of their home, Drizella and Anna sat by the fire. Both grasping a cup of hot tea and thinking about how they were going to come clean to their step sister, Cinderella, whom they called Ella. Their dresses were plain, a far cry from the night of the ball, when their dresses sparkled as loudly as the jewels around their necks and the bracelets on their wrists. Their faces were filled with regret and sadness. They knew that tonight was the night. Anna picked up ...

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The Frozen Good-Bye

Marcia H.

Athens always knew that she was different. She knew that she was one of the chosen few. Her mom told her that from birth. Although, she really did not understand what that entailed. She knew that the tiny tattoo on her neck was only given to the special ones in the city where she lived. She also knew that people treated her differently and that she could sense things others couldn’t. It was not until her sixteenth birthday when she discovered her unique power, the ability to pause time. It happened by accident. She was running la...

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