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Marie Fielding

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Aug, 2024

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The story of love

Martha ran up the stairs, slammed the door violently behind her, threw herself onto the bed, grabbed a pillow and buried her head underneath it. And just when you thought she would be gasping for air she started howling and sobbing so violently you might have been excused to think it was all for the show. After all Martha’s other part-time job was giving drama classes, wasn’t it? Or was she writing yet another movie and acting out a particularly difficult to write scene so that the words would flow right?Austin could hear her down here in th...

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I hate you

Submitted to Contest #288

‘I HATE YOU!’She screamed those words and at the same time slammed the wooden door so violently that it bounced off its hinges and sent a tremor through the whole house. Crumbs of plaster and splinters of wood fell to the ground, the pitter-patter sound drowned by the sound of the heavy raindrops battering the patio, the window panes and the roofs. ‘I HATE YOU!’She hated that man so much that it was a good thing that door was now firmly closed behind her. ‘I HATE YOU!’ ‘I HATE YOU!’ ‘I HATE YOU!’She rested the back of her head agai...

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An Evening by the Fire

Submitted to Contest #272

Hey! Here I am again! Look at me! I am gracefully and noiselessly sliding down the creaky wooden stairs - two flights - but none of the steps creak under me. I smoothly cross the room - no-one notices; noisy bunch doesn't seem to have their wits about them - and I make my way straight to the chair in the corner by the fire, the big leather comfy one where I can get all the heat. Because Lord do I need some heat. 'Hey, it's cold in here! Anyone left a window open?' Someone shouts annoyingly and gets up to go and check the windows and doo...

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A Dead Man Cannot Carry a Sword

Submitted to Contest #271

I am walking down the street. I should be happy. I have been lately. I have managed to go on, to pick myself up as they say. On my own, more or less, so I should be proud of myself. And I should be happy. So why do I have this eerie feeling, this sense of unease, of something being not quite right. It is almost physical. I feel the air closing in on me, I feel a tightness in my chest. I must not focus on it. I must focus on the street, on the people, on the cars and the shop windows. I must keep my mind and body focused on a simple mundane o...

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See you next year!

Submitted to Contest #270

'See you later!' She screams at us, mere mortal members of the family.She slams the door, setting me off.'I've told you a hundred times! Do not slam this door! This house has been standing for hundreds of years and you kids will be the ones wrecking it!''She's out already. She can't hear you.' My husband says.I know. But I have to say it. It makes me feel better and it makes me feel like I have an important role to play around here. The Guardian of the Ancient Walls: Me.'And don't shout!' I yell as an afterthought. 'Why is she always sh...

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