Marie Cunningham Davidson

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Dec, 2021

Stories (6)

6 Stories

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“Pretty pink panties.” by Marie Cunningham Davidson

Submitted to Contest #145

*warning for crude language and anatomical body parts*I’m alone in my king-sized bed, trying to drift off to sleep, but the argument buzzes around my brain. I’m not a narcissist, I’m not a male chauvinist pig, nor am I selfish. Why on earth would Sarah think these things of me. She wants to know how I’d like to be treated the same way. Well, I think I treat her like a princess.I mean… I take her to the pub every Friday night… well… at least when it’s not “guys night out”…Who does she thinks buys ...

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“Regrets” by Marie Cunningham Davidson

Submitted to Contest #131

As the diminutive figure stepped down from the Greyhound coach in Bairnsdale, Victoria, head down, dark tresses firmly held in place by a blood-red knitted beanie, Lisa Stephens glanced up surreptitiously through hooded hazel eyes, to see if she’d caught any unwanted attention. So far, so good. Jerking the dark leather hoodie over her head, Lisa strode quickly to the luggage retrieval area at the far end ...

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“JC in Narnia” by Marie Cunningham Davidson

Submitted to Contest #128

Amy lifted the whistling steel kettle from the gas stove, using a blue gel pot holder. Carefully pouring the boiling water over the tea leaves in the glass teapot, she absently reached for her mug. Amy liked to drink her tea from a white china mug. After years of Nursing and grabbing the first available cup, Amy couldn’t now bring herself to drink tea out of any mug unless she could see the bottom of it.Having strained the tea leaves, she poured her first drink of tea for the day. Sitting back in he...

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“Through the eyes of a child” by Marie Cunningham Davidson

Submitted to Contest #127

Through the eyes of a childI’m cozy and warm in my bed, dreaming that I’m sailing on the ocean with my Dad on his twenty-foot yacht, the “Blue Lagoon.” The sun is twinkling like tiny diamonds on the water, and the fierce wind is billowing the sails. We are well in front and look a dead cert to win the Race. Lifting my face to the sun, I drink in Its velvety warmth. In reality, I’m not on a yacht, I’m in a hospital bed with rails at each side, and I’m i...

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“New Years Hell.” by Marie Cunningham Davidson

Submitted to Contest #126

WARNING: THIS STORY IS VERY GRAPHIC AND MAY BE EXTREMELY DISTURBING TO PEOPLE SUFFERING FROM MENTAL ILLNESS. It’s that dreaded time of year again. My memories, chaotic at the best of times, are a jumble of actual, fictional and hugely distorted. Why does New Year's Eve always elicit these thoughts? It’s a rhetorical question, of course, because on this day, ten years ago, New Year's ...

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“The beginning of the end.” by Marie Cunningham Davidson

Submitted to Contest #125

The beginning of the end. The first weird occurrence was when everyone woke up late for work. We had no idea of the time because every clock, watch and mobile phone in the world, had stopped. Time stood still, yet it was fluid, and the world had changed.  Buses and trains couldn’t run because there was no way to coordinate se...

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Author bio

A Nurse by training, I am now living happily in the beautiful Barossa Valley In South Australia. I enjoy writing short stories and poetry, have self published two books and am working on a third. I live with my family and two fur babies. Life is good!