Mary Ann Ford

Author on Reedsy Prompts since May, 2022

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7 Stories

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“Teardrops on Roses” by Mary Ann Ford

Submitted to Contest #224

*THIS STORY CONTAINS MENTIONS OF ALCOHOL AND CHILD ABUSE.ï»ż Beep, beep, beep. Beep, beep, beep. Maya rolled over and flipped off the alarm. Then she slid out of bed and into her day clothes, skipping the shoes. Ever since their mother died three years ago, their father didn’t care much where they went or what they did. She wasn’t worried about waking her brother, Gilbert, who shared the room with her, because she knew his bed was empty. The last two T...

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“His Friend's Last Request” by Mary Ann Ford

Submitted to Contest #207

Author's Note; Just keep in mind that although it's not written that way, the characters have British/English accents.“Cut! . . . Reshoot . . . Take 347 . . . Rolling . . . Lights! . . . Camera! . . . Action! . . .”Albert Cole leaned closer to his fellow actor, Hugo Quill, “This is ridiculous. We’ve been ‘ere since four this morning and they’re still doing the same scene.”“They’re just running on empty as far as sleep goes. You know, even we get silly when ...

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“Cosminia” by Mary Ann Ford

Submitted to Contest #199

A mix of emotions flooded William Lavenshire as he walked to what would now be his home. He had spent at least a year in Cosminia but almost no time had passed on Earth. There was happiness at the events that had happened in that world, that was almost back in time, the stress of having to keep it all to himself, and, of course, the knowledge that no one would believe him even if he did mention it.He sighed and his smile faded a little. He’d grown up over there but here he was a kid again. It was so tempting t...

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“Going Home” by Mary Ann Ford

Submitted to Contest #189

[This story contains mentions of people freezing to death] It was so terribly cold. Snow was falling and it was almost dark. The chilling wind cut right through her thin shawl as she huddled against a hard brick wall. Why were people so stuck up they couldn’t open their home for one night? Dare she try one more time? What harm could it do? Slowly Priscilla Matheson stood, shivered and made her wa...

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“Runaway Taxi” by Mary Ann Ford

Submitted to Contest #182

Blaze pulled up to where a woman stood waving him down and put the taxi into park. He caught her eyes through his dark sunglasses and they held him. Dark and deep they held something that he couldn’t place. Something that shouldn’t be in any young woman’s eyes. She was around early twenties like himself but the way she held herself added age. She stepped into the taxi and pointed to a dark car pulling out ahead of...

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“Death of a Gunman” by Mary Ann Ford

Submitted to Contest #181

All it took was one mistake.Chauncey’s dark eyes shifted to the door again. They were out there and waiting, but he was never one to make the first move. Too long he had enjoyed a wild, dangerous life, but now and only now he realized it couldn’t continue. There was always someone faster, smarter, or low enough to murder him with his back turned.Patiently he carved another notch into the handle of his six-gun. For the first time it didn’t give him pride to do this. For the first time he didn’t feel excitement at the...

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“Our First Christmas Together” by Mary Ann Ford

Submitted to Contest #178

With Christmas only two days away, the Lawrence household was beyond chaotic. Mrs. Lawrence and her sister were out shopping for those last few Christmas gifts and without them 18-year-old Jase was having quite a time keeping his young cousins in check. Being an only child, he was unaccustomed to such a laborious workout as this. Playing basketball was one thing, dealing with screaming little kids running in circles around him was entirely another.None too soon the door was pushed open, and the two women blew in with the snow. Bags...

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Author bio

I have lived on a farm as long as I can remember and I really only started writing around 2018-1019.