Mary Bendickson

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Feb, 2023

Stories (103)

103 Stories

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“Second Fair Chance” by Mary Bendickson

Submitted to Contest #282

Second Fair Chance “Lord Farnsworth, thank you so much for inviting me to dinner. I want to apologize for anything I did to create tension between us and let you know how grateful I am to have this second chance to make a better impression.”“Well, Sir Fenwick, be assured if I didn't cherish my daughter, Charity, so much you would never get another opportunity to make appeasement. She begged me to reconsider my dismissal of your attentions toward her. She is very taken with you so you must not be all that horrible. Maybe a little misguided wh...

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“Thelma Faye” by Mary Bendickson

Submitted to Contest #281

Thelma Faye I remember feeling protected as I snuggled in the warmth of my mother's strong arms. My bed was veiled in a green canopy. She spread her warmth so wide it encompassed our whole world as we could see it. And there were a lot of us. She was like the old women who lived in a shoe. So many children... Except she knew. She sheltered and nurtured us and taught us everything she could before setting us free out into a world unknown. She taught our family history and mysteries of what could be.When gentle breezes rustled the leaves she w...

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“Mule Deer In The Rear-View Mirror” by Mary Bendickson

Mule Deer in the Rear-View Mirror“Thirty.”“Thirty? What are you counting?”“Mule deer.”“Mule deer? Why! Why are you counting mule deer?”“Thirty-one. Because I couldn't help noticing--thirty-two--how many of them I've seen since we passed the Wyoming border. Thirty-three. So I started counting them.”“Wow! Cassie. You must really be bored. Come a little closer so I can wrap my arm around your shoulder. Have I not been giving you enough attention lately?”“Are you serious, Drifter? Thirty-four. We spend twenty-four hours a day together. Eleven of...

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“Too-Cute Names” by Mary Bendickson

Too-Cute Names “Can we go see Miss Chrissy's babies? Huh? Can we, can we?“May we? 'Can' asks 'are you capable' which I believe you are. But the question should be 'do we have permission' to see the babies. So you need to use the word 'may' instead.”“Well, may we? May we go see the new babies?”“Yes, Carson. Miss Chrissy has invited us to visit her and Mister Kool to meet the new babies. But it will be at the hospital. The babies are too little to come home yet. And we can't hold them. They have to get stronger. Even Miss Chrissy will be in a ...

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“Too-Cute Twin Talk” by Mary Bendickson

Submitted to Contest #280

Too-Cute Twin Talk “Shush. Did you hear that?”“Huh? What? You waking me up again? Isn't it enough you always have an elbow in my ear? How am I supposed to hear anything? That sound is always there. Shush, shush, shush. It lures me to sleep.”“This time it's more than that. Now listen real hard.”“Thump. Thumpity thump. Thump. Thumpity thump. That one is constant, too. Now leave me alone. And there is no room to change position. Stay where you are. Ow! You're always kicking me in the worse places.”“This is the only place we have ever been. Not ...

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“Fair in Love and War” by Mary Bendickson

Fair in Love and War “Charity, I'm coming in.”“No, don't! I'm not properly dressed, Father.”“Nonsense. I've seen my little girl undressed before. I must talk to you and I can't do it through this door.”“If you insist. But give me a minute to pull on my robe.”“Now - Why aren't you in any night clothes at all? You have nothing but that flimsy robe on. That's highly improper for a lady of your station.”“Oh, Father! I was so totally exhausted after trying to get dressed for that ball tonight you were so insistent on me attending. My maid accompa...

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“Holes in My Story II” by Mary Bendickson

Holes in My Story IIIs there a catch, Liza?The catch is I can't get the clasp on our harness to catch, Mr. Henry. This is bad!Nah, that's good.Why is that good?I really didn't want to jump out of a perfectly good airplane anyway.Okay, that's good then.Nope, that's bad.Why is that bad?I'll never get my bucket list completed.Oh, that is bad.Nah, that's good.How is it good?There is a hole in my bucket, Dear, Liza. All my dreams and aspirations slipping away.Well, fix it, Mr. Henry, Dear Henry. Can't you fix it.No, I left the flex-seal in my car...

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“Seeking Fair Lady” by Mary Bendickson

Submitted to Contest #279

No matter how much she fussed with her blonde locks, Lady Charity Farnsworth cast a blue-deviled countenance before her boudoir mirror so could not achieve a desirable outcome. She finally relinquished the brush, tossing it to the make-up strewn vanity as she thought to herself:Whatever am I to do? My father has forbidden me to ever entertain my beau, Sir Riley, in any genteel Ton company henceforth. He doesn't understand the depths of our love for one another. What is the point of attending yet another tea or ball in pretense of making a ma...

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“Too-Cute Apologies” by Mary Bendickson

Submitted to Contest #278

Too-Cute Apology “Good morning, Sunshine!” Russell nudged Chrissy as she opened her eyes and started a long cat-like stretch.“Aren't you cheerful this morning? To what do you contribute such a blissful attitude?”“It is Thanksgiving Day and I have an abundance of blessings for which to be grateful. Foremost my beautiful wife and the two miracles she is carrying in her incredibly appealing hot bod!”“You mean this round beach ball I'm tumbling about on? The one that makes me extra clumsy and incapable of walking more than a few steps or incapab...

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“Nothing Wicked to See Here” by Mary Bendickson

Nothing Wicked to See HereOnce upon a time a bushy-haired regular customer took his turn in the chair at his favorite barber shop.“You're looking worn out, dear Friend.” Remarked the observant barber.The regular guy lamented, “I can never get my little boy to go to sleep at a decent hour.”“You need to tell him a bedtime story.” Advised the helpful hair expert.“Oh, I've tried reading every fairy tale I know and he still won't get sleepy.”“These kids these days are very discerning. You've got to stay one step ahead of them.”“And how do I do th...

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“Close Encounter of the Man Kind” by Mary Bendickson

Submitted to Contest #276

Close Encounters of the Man Kind I spent nine years wandering in a desert. Searching. Always searching for a way out. Searching for a bright mountain I remembered from before. If by chance I stumbled on a promising route, something would happen; a subtle shift in the wind of fate or a tsunami of faith and that hopeful path would close itself off once again. I tried to convince myself everything was okay. I could survive and be fine exactly as I was. Go with the flow; drought or flood, hill or valley. Enjoy the variety. All challenges would m...

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“Bewitched” by Mary Bendickson

Submitted to Contest #275

Bewitched I'm bewitched. Well, that is, I'm becoming a witch. No, not the true, crone looking, broom flying, cauldron cooking kind of witch. But still a witch. A pretend witch, that is. And only for one evening. Not so bad. And I'm actually being encouraged to become a witch or something I'm usually not. Don't intend to cast any spells on unsuspecting souls, good or bad. But you never know. Could happen unintentionally, you understand. Since I'm only eight years old how bad could it be? I have never been schooled in becoming a witch. I'll ha...

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“Lifer” by Mary Bendickson

Submitted to Contest #274

LiferThe parking lot was empty. Except for dry weeds squeezing up through cracks in the asphalt; except for the deserted rusting basketball hoop on one end; except for rustling leaves skittering across fading parking spaces in the gathering dusk; except for oil spots shimmering with rainbow colors after a recent sprinkling, the parking lot was empty. And, because fate is resourceful, a steady gloomy rain started falling blurring any hope of discovering the mysterious body called in by an anonymous tip.“What's in the corner by that dilapidate...

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“Fair and True Love” by Mary Bendickson

P.S. This is a continuation of the 'My Fair Lady' Series. I must credit and give abundant thanks to Trudy Jas for this romantic interlude. She was able to bring the right Regency flare to this saga. Very few of these words are mine. She is the genius behind it. Thank you ,Trudy. Sincerely, Mary Bendickson. Fair and True LoveSir Riley was both in seventh heaven and at the seventh gate of hell. His mind, one of his finer traits, a feature he had been proud of, was failing him. His wits having borne him through academia, withstanding taunts fro...

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“See Forest Run” by Mary Bendickson

See Forest Run“Run, Forest, RUN!” Mary suddenly shouted as we were introducing ourselves.Totally confused, I stood stock still. She grabbed me by the arm and pulled me aside as the folding chair beside us seemed to crumple in front of us. She jerked me down as she rolled under a three-foot wide air vent and pulled me with her to the other side. Then crouching, she ran along side the vent to the other end of the cavernous utility room encouraging me to follow silently while she shielded the light from her flashlight to emit only enough illumi...

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Author bio

I am not like so many of you who have yearned to write their whole lives. I have always loved to read but seldom had time when I was raising kids and running a business. When I retired I started to read. I cleared out my Mom's house and found hundreds of romance novellas. Some great, some leaving much to be desired. I wondered if I could do better so spent 2022 writing a book with my laptop perched on my belly. It came out as a historical fiction with a little romance. I haven't tried getting it out there yet. I didn't study rules let alone follow any so now I am educating myself in how it is supposed to be done. Yoo-Hoo! Late July, 2023. Just found out I am a finalist in a major contest (Killer Nashville The Claymore Award)where I submitted my first 50 pages of my novel. Even if I don't win it is so nice to receive validation that someone liked my work. That would be 'Trampled Dreams' and 'Trampled Dreams Part Two' and 'Justice Scream' listed here. 8/21/23 Back from Nashville with the medal for winning my genre at the Killer Nashville Awards!!!:)Woo-Hoo!

Shortlisted 1 story ⭐️

Contest #211

Donuts Do Not Die – read story