Mary Manning

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Aug, 2019

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“My Heart Is a Thousand Years Old” by Mary Manning

Submitted to Contest #271

The living always say that best things about the future, and the past, mainly because they still have the chance too. One thing for sure is one will not see a dead man, or woman, getting the last word. It was a Fall day for Aiza and she was shining her shoes, not literally, on a new subject. She thought if the obvious was the obvious there was only one thing she didn’t get, why didn’t she get the obvious. She sat and looked at her petite feet she hid with shoes that were bigger than her size. One thing for sure, fashion was fun and she was ...

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“The Art Gallery” by Mary Manning

Submitted to Contest #257

The Art GalleryMary ManningLeonard: An icon. An artist. A poet. Searching for lost art.Chapman: An icon. An artist. A poet. Searching for lost art.Setting: An art galleryThe Time: AlwaysThree white walls. Track lighting on all sides. Leonard sits in the middle of the stage in black. The walls are bare. He sits cross-legged, with his hands resting on his chin. Skinny, with sleek white skin, and leather pants. LEONARDSomebody has stolen my art.(He stares at the audience and sighs.) LEONARDIt’s an odd thing reall...

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“A Banker's Will and Testament” by Mary Manning

Submitted to Contest #235

The ordinary day Paul had was like several others, thousands before. He lived the same balanced life he always did. He was a public figure too, but, that didn't phase him much anymore either. He was healthy as a horse. He was always doing and saying whatever anyone wanted him to. The point was is that Paul was a someone in most everyone he knew eyes. He was still single but dated from time to time. Paul was set in life and he thanked the heavens for it. The story of Paul was not boring; it was anything but; he had a past and this fine day he...

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“The Ones You See” by Mary Manning

Submitted to Contest #218

Greg was living an enchanted life. He had a condo, a hot girlfriend, and a career that killed. He was at the top of his game and nothing was going to stop him. He walked down the cement that laid a foundation of his personal will, he was strong and able, that was bullet proof. The downtown area was a gem that had been restored and rectified to assure longevity and courage for every person that walked in it. A lullaby sounded from ahead. He walked this way often and had not come across such a song. He looked. Who was it? He saw a very old h...

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