Marcia H.

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Feb, 2020

Stories (111)

111 Stories

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

Submitted to Contest #104

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!” Emma yelled at her sister. “I know that. But, I couldn’t let him get away. Not now when I am so close.” Janna replied, going fa...

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“Black Sky Bright Sun” by Marcia H.

Submitted to Contest #103

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 recognize the older woman in the picture. The black and white picture with an attractive woman probably in her early 30’...

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“Butterfly Scars” by Marcia H.

Submitted to Contest #102

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 his right cheek and a tattoo of a small blue and black butterfly on the left side of his neck. Jingle is a menacing man in size and...

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

Submitted to Contest #101

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 that. Her pants  size was all she needed as a reminder that she had eaten too many plates of ...

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

Submitted to Contest #100

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. She had done it many times with her grandmother. Tonight her grandmother was coming over for dinner.   Sava...

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“The Grinch Is Not Stealing My Joy Today” by Marcia H.

Submitted to Contest #99

The glowing sun, a perfectly crisp orange circle in the bloody sky illuminated the path across the water. I sat for hours until the sun dipped below the horizon and the colors changed to charcoal black.  The news came in a phone call. I knew that it would be bad news. The tone in the doctor’s voice told me all I needed to know. I didn’t need to hear the words. I already knew the words because I had said them to myself many times. I told the doctor calmly that I would make an appointment for next week. I lied. I had no intention of makin...

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“Outrunning Evil” by Marcia H.

Submitted to Contest #98

Evil has many shapes and forms. The thing about evil is that you never see it coming. It has many disguises but when it shows its ugly face some  people will not even notice it until it is too late.  Evil is here. I am evil. I live in the souls of many people. But, today I am coming out through many souls. This is the last day people will have calm in Cotton Valley. Their peace will be destroyed and so will lives. Evil has been awakened in this tiny town. If you are smart you will run, and run fast and pray that I don’t catch you...

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“The Watchers” by Marcia H.

Submitted to Contest #97

If the window is open, close it. If the curtains are drawn close them too. Nobody should see what happens behind some windows at night. Anna didn’t know that a glance at her neighbor's window that hot night in July would have deadly consequences. She was a watcher. She loved to watch everything, birds, squirrels, ants, and even turtles swimming in the lake but her favorite thing to watch was people. She loved to watch people. She found people fascinating and mysterious. She had been a watcher of people since she was a little girl. She espe...

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“Perfectly Cut Screams” by Marcia H.

Submitted to Contest #96

“Girls Just Wanna Have Fun” filled the airwaves in my tiny car as we cruised  together down the highway. We called it the Highway of Love because we had driven down this same highway many times over the past year. We didn’t have a destination, we just drove listening to the radio and singing along to the music. The breeze from the sunroof would whip though our hair and we didn’t care how messy our hair was all we cared about was enjoying that moment in time.  It seemed like time was slow and easy back then. We were just two teena...

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“Barn Doors” by Marcia H.

Submitted to Contest #95

What do you do when you think you’ve lost your mind? There it is again. The doors are there again and now the footsteps behind the doors are ringing in my mind. I can’t make it stop. What is happening to me? Who or what is behind the doors? Someone please make it stop. Make the footsteps stop.  I raise my hands and scream to the heavens in the sky to make the doors go away and the noise stop but it is useless. Nothing stops. It never does.  The red door is on the right. The yellow door on the left. It is always the same. The door...

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“To Catch A Killer” by Marcia H.

Submitted to Contest #94

“ Look, I don’t care about your territory. I’m here for one reason only.” She said not caring. Samatha was so excited to spend the day with your best friend, June. They had been friends for just about half of their lives. They met in high school, in Mrs. Tea’s English class. They laughed so much in class that Mrs. Tea threatened to send them to the principal's office on more than one occasion. But, they didn’t care. Samatha believed that you only live once and you only go to high school once so you better enjoy the ride. So, they continued...

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“The Reluctant Entertainers” by Marcia H.

Submitted to Contest #93

You are invited to a party given by: Elsie and Carol. This is no ordinary party. The goal of the party is not a flawless dinner party like the ones you are probably all used to and a lot of you went to one last week given by people who shall remain nameless, buy “yawn”. This party is a celebration of life with people we love and like. We will be telling stories, while enjoying the flavors of good food, wine, beer and all the other wonderful flavors which nurture our souls. The date is next weekend, on the 8th, the time is 8ish. Please RSVP o...

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“Project D” by Marcia H.

Submitted to Contest #92

She has known the dark. She has lived in the dark but she refused to stay in the dark. She has fought her way out of the darkness before and today was no different than before.  Lydia met him two years ago. She knew the minute she saw him that it was love at first sight. At least for her it was and later she learned that he felt the same way. She needed him. She needed him to tell her she was beautiful again and needed to feel wanted. He did that to her and so much more. He was everything her ex husband wasn’t. She was what he needed ...

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“Silent Voices” by Marcia H.

Submitted to Contest #91

“Attention library patrons. The library will be closing in five minutes. Please take your books to the check out desk and exit by the front door. Thank you for choosing the Heart Light Library, your friendly neighborhood library. Good night, good people.”  That was a familiar voice that greeted all the library patrons each night at 8:55 pm and it was also Ron and Julia’s cue, the two security guards to get ready to make what they call the rounds. Each night after the library closed and all the employees and the people were gone Ron an...

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“If Only” by Marcia H.

Submitted to Contest #90

He turned to look at her and noticed a familiar sadness in her eyes. He knew that the sadness was permanent. There was never again going to be a light of happiness or a glow of happiness that she once had. It seemed so long ago now. They are now in their 70’s. They are old enough to remember a different world, a world unlike the one they are living in now.  The year is 2051. His wife, Sharona, can no longer open the windows in the morning to get some fresh air, there is no fresh air. Everything might look normal. The weather may look ...

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