Marda Deane

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jul, 2020

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“An Everlasting Legacy” by Marda Deane

Submitted to Contest #69

The ice cubes clinked against the glass. The scotch. Thank God for the scotch. "How long is this going to take?" Fritz looked up from the shredder. His sleeves rolled up to his elbows and his tie on the floor. "We have a lot of documentation to get rid of, Frank. We have been at this for three straight days." "I know, Fritz. I don't want anybody to have these methods after this is over." Fritz had worked for my father since the beginning. His right-hand man. This m...

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“Stuck in the Middle School with You” by Marda Deane

Submitted to Contest #68

This was supposed to be the happiest days of their lives. Whistlethwait Boarding School provided the finest education and luxury of any institution in the state. Each student was chosen to attend based on their familial connections and generous donations from their parents. Violet Bolen was not there as a result of her parents’ wealth however. Instead, she had tested far beyond the required lessons for a fifth grader. And as a result of her remarkable grades, the school saw fit to move her from fifth grade to seventh at the school via ...

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“The Lilacs at Pine Wood Cemetery” by Marda Deane

Submitted to Contest #65

The hint of lilac comes in through the window waking Jack from sleep. It is still dark and he turns to look at the clock. 6:36. With an exasperated huff he turns over onto his back. An old man stands at the foot of his bed. The man’s hands shake the sloped mahogany foot of the bed. He shouts but a ringing noise covers the sound and Jack cannot make out what the man is yelling. He stares, wide-eyed and unable to move. This is sleep paralysis. A hallucination, he thinks to himself, trying to wiggle his toes to wak...

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“Falling for You” by Marda Deane

Submitted to Contest #58

Melissa Carala waited at the bar, swirling her olives in her martini. It had come from someone at the edge of the bar. Somebody looking for something they couldn’t have. She leaned forward putting her forearms on the wood. It was sticky. She sensed the men's eyes on her. The fat biker making fist-pumping gestures near his genitals and getting a laugh from his sweaty friends who were standing around the pool table, leaning drunk against their cues. It had not been more than twenty minutes and she had already been hit on three times. Why did I...

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“An Icy Road in December” by Marda Deane

Submitted to Contest #54

It all happened on the night of my office holiday party. My boss's mid-century modern house was tucked in at the top of a winding private road. The great hall was full of stockbrokers trying to impress the boss, hoping for their chance at that office on the 23rd floor. Their wives were grouped in packs like wolves, judging and whispering. My wife, Kate, didn't want to go. She hated parties and I knew that, but I didn't care. She wasn't going to ruin this for me. I was so close to getting that office. The boss had to s...

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“Redemption Waits in Turkey Creek Canyon” by Marda Deane

Submitted to Contest #52

The man had been on my list for quite some time. The perfect candidate, a story of sadness, pain, and regret. Since birth, he had been marked by tragedy and it hung on his back. Its arms wrapped tightly around him, weighing him down. Did I pull some strings? Of course. In the beginning, I always do. It is much easier to guide somebody to inevitability if they have no hope. They no longer care about their choices afforded to them by free will. And if they were open to the choice, I was certainly going to take the opportunity to guide them to ...

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