Marcia H.

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Feb, 2020

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“Witches Tales and Allie” by Marcia H.

Allie knew it was going to be a very strange family dinner at her granny’s house when Puppy Girl, her grandmother’s dog didn’t greet her at the door and in the middle of the living room sat a suit of armor and a dead body.  Allie was excited to go to her granny’s house for dinner with some of her family. She carefully picked out a blue and white pants suit and curled her long straight black hair. She even...

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“The Uneasy Spirit ” by Marcia H.

The whistle of the tea kettle over the open flame on the stove filled the air. That whistle only meant two things. The first thing it meant was the water for my tea and oatmeal was ready. The second thing it meant was that the walking would begin in the apartment upstairs.  That was the signal.  I quietly walked into the kitchen and took the hot whistling kettle off of the stove and poured the hot water i...

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“Complicated Sisterhood Love” by Marcia H.

“You know that smoking is a bad habit.” James smiled  at Samatha showing his tobacco stained teeth. He walked over to her in the parking lot of the apartment building and stood next to her.  “I know. I know. But, it is a hard habit to break. I’ve been smoking on and off since I was 15. Want a puff?” Samatha asked, winking at James.  James took the lit cigarette from Samatha and took a long...

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“Friends Wine and Envy” by Marcia H.

Alicia sat down at her small desk in the corner of her house. She positioned the desk by the window so she could see the birds and the squirrels when she was writing. Today was her 80th birthday.  She didn’t want a big celebration. She just wanted her family to come over for dinner and some cake. Alicia loved to cook and bake and was thankful that she still could. The pot of collard greens was simmering on the stove and ...

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“Bayton Max Hills” by Marcia H.

 Death didn’t mean much to Bayton Max Hills. Life didn’t mean much to him either.  He woke up, showered, dressed, ate his breakfast, packed his lunch, always an apple, orange, ham or salami sandwich and a small juice drink. He walked to work the same way every day at the same time every day. He did the same work, talked to the same three people whom he could tolerate in the office, and ignored the rest. He was the boss s...

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“Car Crushing Canines ” by Marcia H.

“We’re running out of time!”  Lee screamed as she grabbed her friend, Addy’s hand.  The two young women ran as fast as they could through the city streets not looking behind them. They knew what was ahead of them and behind them. The morning air was full of what was happening and what was going to happen.  In one day the world that they lived in changed. The air was thicker, the tree leaves were browner, ...

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“The Four Loves of Miss Jane Pickles” by Marcia H.

Jane spread out the fifty or so wedding invitations across her dining room table and looked at each and every one carefully. The last batch had mistakes and she had to send them back. She hoped that she didn’t have a problem with this batch. So far so good. She nodded her head and smiled.  “You are invited to the wedding of Miss Jane Anne Pickles and Mr. Hunter Kyle Alexander on Saturday, July 17th, 2...

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“Torn Souls” by Marcia H.

This particular December morning was the kind of cold which made your teeth chatter and your breath freeze. It was not usual for December nor was it unusual for Emma to be sitting in her blue and white car which could have come straight out of a nursery rhyme. Emma was waiting for a familiar face to appear in front of the cafe where she sat on the one way street. She knew that sooner or later that face would appear and s...

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“A Ghostly Friend” by Marcia H.

Genia sat on her red antique sofa in her living room. The lights had already flickered and she knew that only one thing would happen.   And she was ready. Milo, her cat, got up from the sofa, looked at Genia and then ran into the bedroom.  Genia scooted over on the sofa to make room. She held out her hand and she felt  the warmness of someone touching her. It felt like a warm hug but in her one hand. Geni...

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“Futurerama” by Marcia H.

Dear Future Self: It’s me Journey. I am sitting here in the present looking out of my living room window at the blanket of black crows which have gathered on my front lawn. They are making noise talking to each other and eating my seeds I put on the lawn so the lawn would grow. I knew that was a mistake as soon as I looked out of the window this morning. But, nonetheless, there they are and here I am. 

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“The Tin Man's Clothes” by Marcia H.

Bryon wiped the sleep out of his eyes and looked around the room that he had no idea how he got there. He yawned and rubbed his hands together. Before he could gather his thoughts someone came into the room he didn’t recognize. A tall thin man with wavy black hair accented with gray and horn-rimmed glasses was standing in front of him. Byron dangled his legs over the floor as he sat up on the bed. His eyes met the strang...

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“Campfire Confessions” by Marcia H.

There was always something freeing about being in the woods with nature surrounded by tall trees which looked like they reached to the heavens. I had taken many trips to the woods alone when I needed to think and reconnect with myself. My trips were usually taken after bad breakups, job endings, job beginnings, new beginnings and just because. My best friend, Reese, was going through some things that life throws at you a...

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“The Last Box” by Marcia H.

The box was sitting in the corner of the loft. It was by itself now. The rest of the loft was empty. This was the last box. It looked lonely just sitting there. The lid had not been taped closed as on previous boxes. The handwriting on the outside was mine. In huge black, bold letters were the words, “ J’s Old Clothes.” The clothes inside were not really old. They were just too small. Jackson was born too small. They sai...

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“Kate's Song” by Marcia H.

They say there is nothing like a woman scorned. This woman was well beyond scorned. Kate waited outside of a ugly dull brown apartment building in her car. She had turned off the motor and was in disguise somewhat. She had on a blonde wig that looked like it was ready for Halloween and some dark sunglasses. She hoped that nobody she knew would notice her or recognize her, especially her soon to be ex-husband, Don, if she...

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“The Night Rhythm ” by Marcia H.

Some things  that  go bump in the night aren’t always a  bad thing.  I learned that the day I moved into my house two years ago. The winding staircase in the middle of the living room was always my favorite place to sit and think and wait. I sat there on this cold December day  three days before Christmas and thought of all the things that I needed to do. I would like to think that I had gotten used to death but I would ...

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