Matthew Ward

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Aug, 2019

Stories (5)

5 Stories

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“The Big Hairdryer Sucks” by Matthew Ward

Submitted to Contest #59

There are few calmer ways to start a day than by watering flowers. From their window-ledge, my carnations relish the dawn, and I fawn over them. I’ve found a simple pleasure in waking every morning to nurture a petalled piece of unassuming beauty. It’s only a little thing, a tiny part of each day, but I’ve found it to be something purely gentle.

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“When is Your Destination?” by Matthew Ward

Submitted to Contest #57

My great uncle walked this earth for ninety-five years. Well … he walked this earth for a couple of years. He sat around for the rest. And that’s my point exactly. That’s how we remember him, my siblings and I. If he’d known we’d remember him like that, maybe he’d have done things a little differently. It seems to me that no matter where you go when you clock off...

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“The Trade-Off” by Matthew Ward

Submitted to Contest #54

Benjamin killed the car engine in the middle of the motel parking lot. It was deserted.He trod the weathered tarmac toward the motel’s grey reception door but paused a moment later. He glanced back toward the car, toward the back door. His son had been standing near there the last time he saw him.A security light cast yellow into the night but only made the night’s damp haze and pathetic rain all the more hazy and pathetic. Benjamin could feel the wet...

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“How Does It Do It?” by Matthew Ward

⭐️ Shortlisted for Contest #3

“And even you might be surprised just how tasty they are.” Father closes the storybook and kisses his son, Harry, on the forehead. He lingers on the edge of the bed until his son’s eyelids fall shut. Silence is the loudest sound, the moon is the brightest light, and the rhythmic rise and fall of his son’s chest are the sharpest movements. Harry slips closer and closer to slumber until a soft squeak drifts across the airwaves and tickles his ears. Not t...

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“The One Who Read My Story” by Matthew Ward

Submitted to Contest #2

First, Vicar, let me take you to the flower bed because, when I first saw her, she was sitting in the garden out the back of a café, and she had a daisy in her hair—a daisy just like the ones in this flower bed. I had ordered a cup of camomile tea and a piece of carrot cake, and I was planning to work on my novel. I’d already been at it for two years, and now I had my eighth draft and my red pen ready to pick away at it some more. At around page ten, I placed the salt and pepper on top of my pile of pages, and I w...

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Shortlisted 1 story ⭐️

Contest #3

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