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Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jul, 2020
Submitted to Contest #52
The doors slid shut with a snicking sound that echoed in my ears. I gulped for air, my hands grasping futilely at the webbed straps holding me securely in place. The pressure in the chamber changed, I couldnβt distinguish whether it was increasing or decreasing, panic was getting in the way of my reasoning powers. I moved my hands up to my ears, pressing my palms hard against my skull, trying to shift the feeling of water being lodged somewhere deep in my brain. There was a click followed by a hissing, as the PA system switched on. βExit pr...
Submitted to Contest #51
Mrs Smith hobbled to her front window and pushed the lace curtains to the side. She had put them up when she first moved into the cottage as a newly-wed. The material was good quality, and in the early years of her married life she had taken them down regularly and washed them in the bathtub, hanging them out to bleach in the hot Melbourne sunshine. As a widow she had gradually lost interest in such things, assisted by the deterioration of her eyesight, which had hidden many signs of accumulating grime. Now her wrinkled fingers worked the gr...
Submitted to Contest #50
Cat and Mouse The green eyes of the cat glimmered in the kitchen. Her fur was almost completely black, with tiny, dainty white socks on three feet, and an oval white patch on her stomach. She blended into the shadow of the fridge, the only light in the room coming from the flashing digital numbers of the oven clock, the eerie glow matching her eyes perfectly. She answered to Tidge, although her full name was Tidgy-Cat McPusspuss. She had started her life as a stray, and was appreciative of everything her humans had given her, so accepted her...
Submitted to Contest #49
It was late afternoon. Bob got up from his chair, stretched, and yawned. He must have fallen asleep, because the sunshine had moved from one edge of the small shaggy rug to the other, and was now making the hardwood floor glow warm brown. Bobβs stomach growled. Yes, it definitely must be later in the day. Lunch was clearly only a dim memory, and a snack just before dinner was sounding extremely tempting. But of course, he had to wait for George to come home first. After all, that was the pattern of their relationship. Always had been, ...
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