Marie Bishop

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Apr, 2021

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“Deja Vu” by Marie Bishop

Submitted to Contest #98

TW: Reference to terrorist attack and injury.TW: SwearingThe two thirty-three train stood in the bay as Lucy ran down the concrete steps, her feet slapping like gunshots around the domed hall." Thank god,” she muttered as she swiped her student saver card on the automated ticket gate and stepped onto the train. The last thing she needed was to be late for her brother’s birthday party. She would never hear the end of it if she was late, again.“No excuses Lucy, not one. He is turning thirteen, and he wants his big sister there to celebrate.” h...

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“The Tunnel” by Marie Bishop

Submitted to Contest #94

TW: racist bullying " I dare you.” The crowd fell silent as they looked at Cassie. She clenched her hands tightly and tipped her chin. " Ok.” she tried to sound nonchalant but was sure there had been a tremor of fear in there. " I’ll enter the tunnel, I mean you are clearly too much of a pussy to do it.” She glared at Fran who returned the stare. " I have been in there many times,” Fran replied taking a step towards Cassie. " So you say, although no one has actually witnessed it…have they?” the crowd shushed again as the...

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“Pitch Black” by Marie Bishop

Submitted to Contest #92

*Warning* slightly rude joke towards the end. The gentle drip, drip drip of the liquid was the only sound in the room. Neil pushed his glasses up and leaned down to look at the amber liquid collecting in the bottom-most flask. “Experiment 345” he mumbled to no one. Every failed experiment had been another step towards a cure. He had to find a cure. Time was running out. Leaving the liquid Neil circled the small clean room. Five months he had been locked down here, while above him a virus like no other savaged the land. Families turning on ...

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“The book of a thousand Years” by Marie Bishop

Submitted to Contest #91

Sarah pulled the collar tighter to her throat. The swirling fog drifting from the Thames hit her in wave after wave of moisture. She could taste the brininess on her lips. The droplets hung on her hair like ornaments, kaleidoscoping the street lights. London was busy, cars honked and pushed through the grainy light, buses idled as people crammed on them. The streets were filled with gaudy umbrellas and faces lit by mobile phone screens. Someone shouted further down the street and a dog barked. Bustle was the song that lived on these pavement...

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Author bio

Cumbrian-based author, writing for myself now Mg and Ya with horror/apocalyptic themes. You don't like controversy? you probs won't like me