Marcia H.

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Feb, 2020

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“Embracing a Ghost” by Marcia H.

“Zina?” The voice said on the other end of the phone. “Yes.” There was a long pause. Zina forced her left hand in her coat pocket. The cold blustery winds were whipping widely on that October evening. She walked toward the middle of the block and looked at the four corners. She tried to decide which way to go but it didn’t matter. All the roads led to one thing.  “What happened?” Her frien...

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“Loving Henry” by Marcia H.

Gia was only 15  years old when she looked into the eyes of Cody for the first time. It took less than a minute for her soul to recognize him. Then without saying a word he turned and walked away from her. The sharp sting her heart felt never went away although he did. One day he just didn’t come to school. Someone told her that he had moved away suddenly. She regretted not speaking to him.  Gia married H...

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“In Color” by Marcia H.

A dream is just a dream unless you are Esme Quatermain Brady than a dream is not a dream. A dream becomes the future. Esme knew she had what her grandmother, Misty, used to call “the gift” since she was a little girl. She didn’t want the gift at times. She didn’t want the gift when she had a dream that her grandmother, Misty, was calling her and she couldn’t find her. She could hear her grandmother’s voice and see her ha...

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“Good Over Evil” by Marcia H.

Grayson tried to focus his eyes and blinked rapidly. The face above him was blurry but he recognized it just the same. He rubbed his eyes and his vision cleared. He looked up at the face again and was in disbelief not because of the face but for other reasons.  “It’s about time you woke up, Grayson, my son.” The face said. “Look, for the last time I am not your son and where am I?” 

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“Two Thumbs Up” by Marcia H.

Hitchhiker’s row is what they called it. It was the part of Old Cotters Road where on any given day or night you would see only one thing besides Mr. Murphy’s cows in the pasture. A  row of hitchhikers would be standing in a line thumbs up looking for a ride out of town. That’s exactly what Justin Paris saw when he drove down that country road on a hot July’s day.  Justin was from Arrow Wood, a few tow...

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“Deadly Secrets Between Friends” by Marcia H.

Mia dreaded Monday mornings. She loved her job but hated how manic Monday’s are at her job since she got promoted. She had worked in the library since high school and now only 10 years later she was the assistant director sitting in a sweet office with a view to die for. She often looked out of her office window and pinched herself because she knew this had to be a dream. A dream she didn’t want to ever end. Until one Mo...

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“The Wish” by Marcia H.

Spencer loved to garden and do what he called “pulling the magic weeds from the ground.” He loved to garden almost from the time he could walk outside. But, his high society loving parents didn’t think that it was a good idea for their only son to be outside kneeling in muddy dirt and wet grass besides their gardener every day. Spencer on the other hand didn’t mind the getting mud and dirt from the earth on his clothes a...

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“The Killer Beneath Me” by Marcia H.

Steve stood over the body with the bloody knife in his right hand. The blade of the knife and his hand were covered in blood. He felt like he was frozen in time. He threw the knife on the floor and bent over the body. He rolled up the rug the body was lying on and rolled the body in the rug. He had to get the body and himself out of that apartment without being seen.  Mary checked the clock on her phone f...

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“Time Goes By” by Marcia H.

Time is something that you can have too much of or too little of. Time is always there and you never notice it until you run out of it and need more of it or you have too much of it on your hands.  Zana wished that she could put all the time she needed into a huge container, an unbreakable container and when she needed more time she could take some out and when she had too much time she could put it all b...

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“The Making of the Pies” by Marcia H.

Savanna stood in her kitchen in front of the kitchen counter. Focusing her eyes on the index card in front of her. She held it closer to her eyes and realized she needed her reading glasses. Grandma’s famous sweet potato pie was scrolled neatly on top of the card. It was Savanna’s year to make the pies for the Sunday family dinner. She had never made pie before. Her speciality was cookies. She could make some of the most...

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“Queen Nightmare's Epic Adventure of Wrong” by Marcia H.

Janna sped through the redlight her horrified sister, Emma held on tightly to the seatbelt. Janna was in hot pursuit of the car in front of her and she didn’t have time to wait for the light to change. She couldn’t let him get away. He had a lot of nerve doing what he did to her and he wasn’t going to get away with it. No, he was not, not today and not tomorrow.  “Janna, you do realize that red means stop...

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“Black Sky Bright Sun” by Marcia H.

Clara sat at her mom’s desk. It had been over six months since her mom died. She knew she was overdue cleaning out her mom’s house. She picked the perfect day for it. The sky was an obnoxious grey and the clouds were about to explode at any minute.  She opened the first desk drawer and riffled through the array of papers, pens, pencils and old stationery. At the bottom of the drawer was an old photograph. Clara didn’t re...

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“Butterfly Scars” by Marcia H.

Jingle likes to run fast through the forest. He loves the trees overhanging branches and ducking his head at times running under them. He loves the feel of crushing the dead leaves under his feet as he runs over them. Jingle can outrun most people. He learned to run at an early age. He had to.  Jingle’s age is hard to pinpoint. Most people think he’s older than what he really is. He has a two inch scar on...

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“A Mirror is a Pain of Glass” by Marcia H.

She  had a love- hate relationship with her reflection in the mirror. Today she stood there all 58 years  and naked as the day she was born. She couldn’t believe the extra  fullness of her hips, the bigger  curve of her breasts and the smooth  thickness of her thighs. Her body had changed so much over the years and not for the better in her opinion. Over the years she had a child. The scare below her belly button proved ...

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“Dinner Under the Tree of Forgetfulness” by Marcia H.

The slow simmer of the pot of water started bubbling on the stove. Savana grabbed a bag of spaghetti out of the yellow cabinet over the stove. She waited for the rolling boil of the water to begin. Her grandma  always told her to wait for the water to roll of the water like the waves in the sea. Savana knew then and only then was the time to salt the water and put in the pasta. She had done this many times in the past. S...

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Author bio

Hello, I live in sometimes sunny California. I love to read and write and when I am not working or "virtual learning" with my son you can find me in my writing cave doing both. I hope you like my stories and thank you for all the feedback and comments they help me a great deal.