Marsha Webb

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Apr, 2020

Stories (29)

29 Stories

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“Night Walking.” by Marsha Webb

Submitted to Contest #104

“Are you coming tonight?” Mark asked. Jack screwed his face up and looked at the telephone, glad that Mark was not here in person to witness his expression. “Sorry mate, not tonight” Jack sighed. He just couldn’t face it at the moment. “Come on Jack, you need to get out. The gang would love to see you; we will have a right laugh”. Jack couldn’t remember the last time he had laughed. He knew being out with a group of friends, all laughing and joking would just make him more miserable. “Maybe next time” he lied. “If you change your mind give m...

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“The Photograph.” by Marsha Webb

Submitted to Contest #103

Anna stared hard at the photograph she had printed out earlier. He was pleasant looking, dark, floppy hair, chocolate brown eyes, a play of a smile about his lips. He was looking straight at the camera, confident she deduced. She turned the photograph over and read what she had written again “Bobby, thirty-eight, storeroom manager”.“I will give it one last chance” she said aloud to herself.“If this is a disaster, I`m giving up.”Anna poured herself a large glass of chilled, white wine, took a long, refreshing sip and picked up her iPad. Buoye...

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“Devons Day.” by Marsha Webb

Submitted to Contest #100

“Bring the cake, bring the cake” eight cackling women chanted. The women were a strange sight to the average person, all very different in height, weight and shape, an odder looking bunch you would be hard pressed to find. It was that time of year again, Devons Day, when witches got together and celebrated all the evil they had done in the past year. They told their twisted, terrifying stories and ate, drank and boasted. The climax of the night, on the stroke of midni...

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“Waiting.” by Marsha Webb

Submitted to Contest #97

The sound of gravel crunching under foot startled Alicia. She threw the covers off the bed and slowly, stealthily got to her feet. She mustn't make any noise, she couldn't wake them. Alicia moved the curtains quickly and looked out into the dark night. It was still and calm, no sign of any movement. Alicia inhaled deeply to steady herself. The contradiction of her racing heart and shaking body against the serene and tranquil night was not lost on her. She glanced at her watch, ten to midnight. She was hot and uncomfortable, ...

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“The Children of the Forest.” by Marsha Webb

Submitted to Contest #88

Deep in the dark forest was a crumbling old cottage. The wind howled in through the cracks in the frames like a pack of hungry Wolves. A tiny fire was the only warmth in the house and this barely gave out enough heat for the small living room, never mind the rest of the house. The rotten window frames and damaged tiles did nothing to help the bleak atmosphere. The life and love had long since left the house; the crumbling exterior looked like a silhouette of a previous existence. “I’m fffreezing” Howard stammered, he was only...

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“The Note.” by Marsha Webb

Submitted to Contest #81

Zavier tightened his helmet strap and put on his cycling gloves. He did a quick check for his keys and wallet then swung his leg over his pride and joy, his beloved cycle. Javier had only been in the U.K. for six months, he didn’t know may people and his bike helped him remember his home, he had cycled everywhere there and the first thing he did when arriving in the U.K. was search for a suitable bike to purchase.It was 7.30am, early enough to call in for a coffee. Zavier set off for work weaving in and out of the traffic. He had been lucky ...

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“Porky.” by Marsha Webb

Submitted to Contest #78

Olivia sobbed her little heart out, her chubby face, red and blotchy, tears streaming from her eyes. A high pitched wailing permeated the room. Erica shot her husband a worried glance and put a gentle arm around Olivia`s shoulder. “Listen darling, Porky is in the sky now with God, she is having a lovely time floating around …” She glanced at her husband, standing beside her trying to be supportive, he had a confused expression on his face “Floating around?” he mouthed. She made an irritated gesture with her hand. They knew this day was going...

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“A Cycle Affair.” by Marsha Webb

Submitted to Contest #74

A loud rap on the front door made Ann jump. She was in the middle of her Saturday morning cleaning routine. Her husband, Jason was sat on the sofa reading the days newspapers “I’ll get it” He rushed to his feet cheerily. Ann frowned; it wasn’t like Jason to be so keen to disturb his reading of the mornings papers. She heard the brief conversation between her husband and the delivery man. It was a parcel being delivered, she had not been expecting anything and Jason had not mentioned ordering anything. Curiosity piqued, Ann put down her clean...

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“Professor.” by Marsha Webb

Submitted to Contest #70

Professor Patterson was hunched over his laboratory bench scribbling numbers and figures on the page like his life depended on it, in actual fact it very much might. For weeks he had been working twelve hour shifts, forgetting to eat, struggling to sleep, cut off from friends and family and any sort of reality, but he was determined to get the answer to this. He knew he could do it, thirty years in the field of virology this thing was not going to beat him. He had total faith in himself, he knew he had the skills, he just needed the time. T...

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“A Date with Destiny.” by Marsha Webb

Submitted to Contest #65

Janet got her phone out for the hundredth time that morning “One last look.” she said wistfully. She had been single for eighteen months and had had a succession of unsuitable and disastrous dates. “I am going to look one last time then delete the whole app.” She resolved. Flicking through the same losers faces and hopeless cases she stopped. “I haven’t seen him before.” Her fingers rested at Everett Johnson, dark and mysterious looking, her caught her eye. “Occupation……Doctor, great I have always fancied dating a doctor”. Before she had had...

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“The Den.” by Marsha Webb

Submitted to Contest #63

Jack and Daniel ran to the Woods behind Daniel`s house along the well-trodden path between the whispering trees that led to their favorite place, their den. Their feet crunched and cracked the lifeless branches which punctuated the silence then crumbled beneath him. The sky vanished completely underneath the rich overhanging canopy of the interwoven branches. The occasional scrabble of insects burrowing beneath the leafy carpet of tangled vegetation contrasted with the stillness of the woods.The den came into view, Daniel`s dad had...

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“Hope.” by Marsha Webb

Submitted to Contest #58

Trigger warning: abuse Suzanne was not feeling well, she dragged her body out of bed battling against every fibre of her being that wanted to pull the blankets over her head and stay there warm and protected all day. She forced herself to shower and dress hoping it would make her feel better but it did not. Her head ached and she felt queasy, just get the essentials you need from the shop then you can come home and put your feet up she told herself in an effort to keep motivated. Suzanne picked up her keys and purse and forced herself...

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“A Different Date.” by Marsha Webb

Submitted to Contest #56

Lisa took a last check of her make up in the car mirror and decided on one more touch up of her lipstick, she ran her fingers quickly through her dark wavy hair and grabbed her bag from the passenger’s seat. After locking the car door, Lisa started walking briskly to the cinema. She had never been on a date that had been set up before; she had always let nature take its course, in a nightclub or on a night out, but as her friends reminded her often that none of those had worked out very well for her. She always went for the same type, the ba...

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“Neighbors.” by Marsha Webb

Submitted to Contest #55

“I’ve put on weight again. Look at me I’m huge,” Ann wailed as she grabbed and squeezed her stomach. Phil had put on a few pounds himself over the years and didn’t care that Ann had become a little more “Cuddly”. He knew that there was a knack to these conversations, if he said the wrong thing he knew that there could be tears, screaming or the silent treatment or if he was very unlucky all three. “Nonsense, you look great darling.” He would have got away with it if he hadn’t added, “There`s not many women your age who look as good as you.”...

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“Six Months, One Week and Four Days.” by Marsha Webb

Submitted to Contest #54

Jessica leaned against the window, she had been watching the world go by, allowing the hypnotic rhythm of the train lull her into forgetting the emptiness of her life.The train pulled into the station, Jessica glanced at the sign, one stop to go, suddenly she saw him. The colour drained instantly from her face, her stomach twisted into a tight knot and a wave of nausea washed over her. She had to get off the train; she rushed to her feet and grabbed at her bag. “Excuse me, excuse me.” Jessica pushed passed people as politely as she could wit...

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Author bio

I am a high school teacher who has recently started writing. I have had a number of short stories and poetry published in themed anthologies over the last two years and my first novel "You can choose you sin but you cannot choose the consequences" is currently available on Amazon. https://www.amazon.co.uk/You-Can-Choose-Your-Sin/dp/1707066523/ref=sr_1_1?dchild=1&keywords=you+can+choose+your+sin+but+you+cannot+choose+the+consequences&qid=1586268946&s=books&sr=1-1