Marion Donnellier

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Nov, 2020

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“A Lady's Crossing” by Marion Donnellier

Cara lied when the man asked the reason for her travels. With one hand, shaking and the other firmly holding on to her bag, she handed him her ticket. Belfast Liverpool! Belfast Liverpool! Why did he need to know? Why did anyone need to know? “I am visiting a sick relative. It's my sister. She fell from a ladder while dusting the ceiling. I've come to help out with the children. It's three boys...

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“Was It You?” by Marion Donnellier

“You like doughnuts?” “Pardon?” “Donuts. Do you like doughnuts?” “Yes.” “What kind?” “Em...any.” “No, no, no, no, no. What kind? Chocolate? Sprinkles? No Sprinkles? Frosting? Pink Frosting? No Frosting? Cream? We both know the best ones are glazed but once in a while, we all need something a little different, don't we? So ...

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“Crash ” by Marion Donnellier

cw: suicide-related content A glass of fizz in one hand and a sad little shrimp in the other, I vowed to drive a red car this year. Even as I said those words, I surprised myself at how dull it was, perhaps even a bit greedy. A year ago, there was nothing I could have wished for that I didn't already know would happen. I had carefully planned my life and it was all going to happen, as I dreamt it. I could have wished for nothing more and so I wished for nothing. New Year's eve annual renewal philosophy is ridicu...

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“Three Little Kisses” by Marion Donnellier

10th of April:"So this, said Arthur to himself, is what you have become: a fool, a cheat, a murderer." He looked at the blood being washed from the streets. At the very same time, the Lady O finally declared herself disgraced. Who would marry a lady with such a tarnished past? She would remain alone for the rest of her life.A tortured king once said jewels were more dangerous than woman and worth a thousand more tha...

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“Curtain Call ” by Marion Donnellier

As an actor, we're told from our very first performance that the light projected onto the stage would protect us from the intrusive look of the audience and create a safe place, calming our nerves until the inevitable judgment. The reality is quite different and lights are rarely this strong. I personally like to peak at a face or two and spot a reaction. It's a tricky move that can easily either lead to a much-welcomed confidence boost or end up damaging my performance altogether. Then again there is always the risk a projector will brea...

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“Some Kind Of Bird ” by Marion Donnellier

“I want a divorce, you obnoxious little twat” barked the lady in the red jumper while her frantic husband held on firmly to his fork. He would not use it, instead, he spat in his glass and threw the content in her face. Taking half her makeup with it, she dried her face with his scarf while he started to name all the things she would never put her hands on including some worthless sum and a poor introverted grey...

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“Cards, Mirrors & Spices ” by Marion Donnellier

The face in the mirror was not her own. It was harsher, her eyes were smaller and her skin was wrinkled. She saw what would become of her is she did nothing. Out at sea, she had dreamt for her to disappear, kneeling down on the church bench, she prayed for her to leave and vanish and late at night, in her dearest and most precious dreams, she had wished for her cousin to simply die. Willa was the daughter of a gif...

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“Golden Girl” by Marion Donnellier

Drops of sweat started to run down my neck as the substitute teacher reiterated the question, “What mistakes have you made in your life?”. Absolutely nothing came, I couldn't think of a single thing. I felt slightly embarrassed and foolish. The other students looked at me with a sceptical look. I was sure some of them thought I was nothing but a pretentious liar and I was certain I had lost my invitation to half the class's birthday bashes.There was always the time I may have cheated on my math exam by lurking o...

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Author bio

Writer & Screenwriter, based in London. Bits of Holly Golightly, bits of Margot Tenenbaum but mostly, quite overwhelmed. Mental health advocate #itsoknottobeok