Marsha Webb

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Apr, 2020

Stories (29)

29 Stories

1073 karma pts

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“Forbidden Fruit.” by Marsha Webb

Submitted to Contest #53

Her tongue flicked around the top of her fruit popsicle. The red of the lolly was a faded pale compared to the bright red of her sticky lips. It was so hot, she was so hot. She lay on the bed, the windows wide open yet offering no relief. She lifted the popsicle up to her mouth and made long, slow sucks, as quick as she was eating it, the heat was melting it. The sticky juice ran down her wrist, she licked the wet syrup off her fingers one by one. The rest of the popsicle decided at that time it could no longer ho...

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“My Favorite Place.” by Marsha Webb

Submitted to Contest #51

I open the heavy, wrought iron gates and listen to the familiar comforting creak, running down the gentle sloping drive, I glance at the beautifully tended flowers in the garden. I breathe in their heady, perfumed smell like walking through a meadow in full bloom. I feel a sense of pride, I helped plant those flowers, I helped water them every week and I helped pull the weeds out. Reaching the bright blue, freshly painted door I flip up the catch and open it wide. “Bampy, Bampy, I’m here!” I shout at the top of my voice. Running into the ...

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“The Performance.” by Marsha Webb

Submitted to Contest #50

Backstage Gillian tried to calm her shaking hands enough to put on her make up. She took some deep breaths. None of the others seemed as nervous as her, what was the matter with her? Gillian studied her reflection in the mirror; she looked terrified, almost tearful. Who was she trying to fool? She could not do this. She slipped off to the toilets unnoticed. The others were busily putting on their makeup and chatte...

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“Looking Back.” by Marsha Webb

Submitted to Contest #49

Bryan sat in the uncomfortable wooden chair, he was early, but he didn’t know what else to do or where else to go. He was alone; no one else was there, nothing to take his mind off things. He paced the narrow corridor looking at the old leaflets pinned to the wall. The familiar damp, musty smell took him back to the first time he came here. He sat back down, checked the time on his watch and closed his eyes. Unfortunatel...

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“The Plot.” by Marsha Webb

Submitted to Contest #46

“Well done everyone! Your first assignment was on the whole very good, read my feedback particularly on developing characters, and don’t forget to complete the reading set for next class. Before you leave can I please see the following students? If you could just stay behind, I won’t keep you long.” Jacqui looked through her diary at the names she had carefully written down, “Daniel, Catherine Litterman, Emana, Precious ...

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“Eleanor.” by Marsha Webb

Submitted to Contest #44

Nicola bowed her head, dabbed a tear from the corner of her eye and whispered quietly “Bye dad, I`m going to miss you”. She walked calmly out of the church and silently prepared herself for all the friends and relatives to come and tell her they were sorry for her loss.***“What are we going to do about mum now? She` s always relied on dad for everything, she` s going to fall apart on her own.” Nicola questioned her sister. “I know, I’d have her with me but in my one bed apartment there’s no room to swing a cat, plus she...

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“The Wedding.” by Marsha Webb

Submitted to Contest #43

Nicola slowly opened her eyes, her head felt fuzzy and the room was spinning. Suddenly she remembered … her stomach knotted and the familiar sick feeling returned. She sat up slowly, she could not go on like this, her eyes were sore and tight from all the crying the night before. She looked around the bedroom, it was a mess, used mascara covered tissues over the floor, empty wine bottles, chocolate wrappers, wet towels and discarded clothing everywhere.Hauling herself to her feet Nicola caught a look at herself in the full-len...

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“The Discovery.” by Marsha Webb

Submitted to Contest #42

Dianne opened the door of the flat, “I’m home” she called taking off her coat and shoes in the small hallway. “Oh Steven have you not done anything again today?” She asked aware her tone was winey and nagging. She looked around at last night’s dishes on the table, now added to with Stevens’s breakfast and lunch dishes and then to the clothing discarded all over the floor.Steven was sat in his pyjamas with his laptop in front of him “Is it that time already?” he yawned “Sorry I’ve been engrossed in this, did you know that a foo...

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“Beauty.” by Marsha Webb

Submitted to Contest #41

“Can we please, please Dad? I`m begging you, I promise I will be good for the rest of my life”. Sophie started up at her dad, her big blue eyes blinking, long dark lashes accentuating and framing her wide eyed innocence.“How can I say no to that?” Martin looked at his wife. She raised her eyebrows and shook her head. Eight year old princess Sophie always got what she wanted.Martin had been absentmindedly telling his wife Ann about his dog breeder friend recently having a litter of French bulldogs for sale, forgett...

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“Thief.” by Marsha Webb

Submitted to Contest #40

Janet : “We had all been out for an expensive lunch and had a few drinks , it was Keisha’s birthday so we had Champagne with our afternoon tea. We were all in good spirits laughing and joking and we went for a walk down the high street. When we passed the jewellers Keisha burst into tears, I asked her what was wrong, why she was crying on her birthday. Keisha said she thought that Derek, her boyfriend of two years was going to propose to her on her birthday, she had been dropping hints and she thou...

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“In the Stars.” by Marsha Webb

Submitted to Contest #39

Marianne and Bobby lay on their backs on a fluffy blanket and gazed up at the stars. Marianne shyly squeezed Bobby` s hand and turned her face towards him. She had a huge smile on her face she could not believe how lucky she was; the last few weeks had been the best of her life.Three weeks ago Marianne was a nobody, a shy, studious pupil blending in the background who happened to have a locker three away from Bobby Prior’s. Bobby was the best looking, most popular boy in the school. He was tall, blond, tanned and muscular with the ...

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“Over the Fence.” by Marsha Webb

Submitted to Contest #38

“Right Becky, you are going to get on with that Maths homework for an hour or two and I am going to do the garden then we can make a start on dinner”. Kathy shouted to her daughter while putting on her gardening shoes. “Aww mum, you know I hate maths, I am so useless at it” Becky moaned. “All the more reason for you to practice then, see you in a bit”. Kathy encouraged.Kathy opened the door to her garden and instantly felt the warmth of the mid afternoon sun on her skin. She stepped outside and breathed deeply, the fresh fragrant a...

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“Janice.” by Marsha Webb

Submitted to Contest #37

Janice works in the village pharmacy, a small store with only three people working there but it serves the community well. Janice is forty two, married with two grown up children. She loves working at the pharmacy, she gets excited whenever the new ranges of cosmetics and lotions come in, although she is not medically trained, she feels working at the pharmacy gives her more of an air of importance than working in a normal shop but most of all Janice loves being in the centre of the village gossip.Tuesday morning and Janice is busi...

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“Darkness.” by Marsha Webb

Submitted to Contest #36

Darkness.21 st October.Here I am again, 2.32am, I have been lying restless in my hated bed since 11.30pm. This happens every night, night after night, I cannot find the words to describe how tired and drained I am. My eyes burn from within, my head throbs continually and my body aches all over. I toss and I turn, fidgeting and agitated yet sleep alludes me night after night. I am struggling for coherent thoughts, starting to become confused about what is real and what is not. Yet sleep eludes me, it w...

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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