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Meggy House

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Aug, 2020

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How To Write A Classic Story: Part 1

           Everybody’s a writer, nowadays, and it should not be breaking news but somehow none of these writers have realized that they’re swimming in a sea of identical identities. That’s part of the problem: there’s a few legitimately good books here and there, but they’re overshadowed by piles and piles of cash-grabs and fame-attempts. That’s why we don’t have Classic Stories anymore. More and more people are reading, more and more people are writing, and the whole thing is so divided...

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Henry Bell's Campaign For Mayor

Submitted to Contest #78

           “Remember, class,” the teacher stated gently. Her voice was like the flaps of a butterfly: quiet, uneventful, and only listened to because the students feared anything above a whisper would crack her in half. “Elections are not a popularity contest. Vote for the friend that you think has been the kindest, most-upstanding citizen.”           Henry Bell had lots of friends—he was friendly, at the very least, with everybody i...

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Herald Town News—12:00 Briefing

Submitted to Contest #76

           “Hello there, sir. Would you mind telling me what you are doing at this here Quick-Market?”           “Buying groceries, sir. My wife wants to make a tomato soup and she ran out of bread. She wanted me to get her a loaf. Sourdough, I think, for a toastie-“           “Good to know, sir. And would you mind giving your name?”        ...

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Summer's Grasp

Submitted to Contest #75

           Winter and Summer were born from the same bang, raised by the same Sun, abandoned by the same Moon, and moved onto the same Earth at about the same time. There was a Spring and an Autumn once, too, but as the temperature rose like the tensions between the first two, Spring and Autumn shrunk to the background.           At about the time Winter discovered how to employ ice, Summer decided that drastic action ought to be tak...

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Your Subscription to Time-Travel Inc.; Order Number 23048

           Your Subscription to Time-Travel Inc. has been delivered, according to our tracking system, which we know is correct. Your Order Number is 23048 and your subscription includes one twelve-month supply of traveling serum, one Speedy-Learners online tutorial, and three yearly boosters.           Pickles, Clara. You won’t be needing yearly anything.           Oh, whoops, i...

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The Story of Rachel Fairchild's Brother

           Rachel Fairchild had a brother, and that was really the only relevant thing about her.           She also had a mother and a father, yes, and some aunts and uncles and all the other typical people that come from a quintessential, well-adjusted family, but the truly relevant one was her brother. His name was Trevor, and he was perfect, and that perfection was the only relevant thing about him.     &...

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Cracked Exits: Cracked Cases Part 9

Author’s Note: This is the last (planned) installment of the Cracked Cases! Thank you so much for reading this far!           Alma could barely bear to look at Abigail. It was like watching a streetlight fizzle and pop out: Abigail was filled with that final burst of light before darkening forever. Abigail was the last candle on the birthday cake, the last ember of the campfire, and Alma had full intentions of extinguishing her.          ...

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Cracked Entrances: Cracked Cases Part 8

           Finding the police records of the people trapped in the QuickShop basement was considerably more hands-on than Abigail wished to get. It involved breaking, entering, and otherwise creeping around in the night-time—all things that Abigail was happy to instruct Alma to do, but Abigail was slightly paranoid that somebody would try to kidnap Alma again.           Abigail was initially surprised at the fact that she was even re...

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Sherwood Affairs: Part 3

Author’s Note: This is the final installment in the Sherwood Affairs (yay!) Thank you so much for reading this far!           How was he going to give a speech without his notes and anybody watching? This was terrible. This was why Oliver avoided reunions. This was why polite society was advised against committing affairs. This was why people rarely jumped at the chance to become a High School vice principal.           Where even was...

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Cracked Linoleum: Cracked Cases Part 7

Submitted to Contest #69

           “I need to find Alma,” Abigail mumbled to herself, over and over again like a prayer. She paced back and forth, ripping individual pine needles off a small branch. “I need to find Alma. She’s probably dead now. Or giving away all our good information.”           “Alma?” Victor-Vincent prompted. “So that’s her name?”           “What?” Abigail whipped her head up. “No. N...

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What Colors Look Like

           “Am I facing the right direction?” Liam asked.           “Yes.” Ivy held his hand firmly and guided him Westward—Liam knew it was West because he felt the warm sun glinting off his face and heating his nose. He could feel the crunch of pebbles of sand underfoot, countered by springy moss just threatening to toss him up to the stars, and far away could hear the hum of trains, the honks of cars, and the hiss of a cat harmoni...

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Cracked Corporations: Cracked Cases Part 6

Submitted to Contest #67

           Alma hopped off the subway and sucked in the city air. Gaseous, slightly grimy, cigarettes-and-alcohol, and completely real. It wasn’t some fake pastoral purified scent everybody seemed obsessed with in the country. New York smelled like what air was supposed to be.           She had run away, she had run away, she really did it!                ...

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The Coffee Criminals

           I can directly recall when the first Coffee Criminal broke into the town. They had many names—Black Bandit, Shady Figure, Cloaked Character, Stranger Danger, Don’t-You-Dare-Walk-Alone-In-The-Street-After-Sunset, or simply the Unsavory Individual, which I thought was the silliest because something that’s not savory must be sweet—but Coffee Criminals made the most sense because one would break into your house and traumatize you over the course of a few weeks until you would be g...

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Villainous Standards

Submitted to Contest #66

           I just have to preface with the fact that standards for current villains are ridiculously high. You know how hard it is to get away with anything nowadays? There are cameras literally everywhere. Once upon a time, my great grandfather was able to murder somebody in cold blood and stand next to said cold blood, with the very same blood on his hands, and the police were none the wiser.           “I wonder who could have comm...

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Topics Addressed Include, in Order: Campaign Decisions, the Virus, and the Chain of Command

Submitted to Contest #66

           “It doesn’t count if you’re already planning your defeat.” Marjorie Williams crossed her arms triumphantly and smirked as Ezra Lee vibrated, his muscles tensing, hoping to some higher power that he could resist the urge to smack her.           Luckily Ezra knew how to lock his emotions up into a little stronghold box, then smash the box into smithereens and scatter the pieces across the Arctic—not that he supported litteri...

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