Marie Fielding

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Aug, 2024

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“An Evening by the Fire” by Marie Fielding

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” by Marie Fielding

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!” by Marie Fielding

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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Author bio

It all started during lockdown when I could not tell stories of my life to my colleagues around the coffee machine or the copier. To make up for this I started a blog. Four years later I discover reedsy and here I am.