Melanie Yorke

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Feb, 2024

Stories (7)

7 Stories

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“We Need To Talk” by Melanie Yorke

Submitted to Contest #260

Contains strong language“We need to talk. What the hell do you think that means?” Cassie inquired of the photo of her Mum that sat on the mantelpiece. She carried on folding her laundry into neat piles and smiled to herself as she thought that if her mum was still here she would have frowned at Cassie saying “hell”. Cheekily she grinned at the photo and said out loud “fuck it mum, they’re all just words, just letters.” She laughed as she thought that mum would have smiled at that and then given that slight disappointed sigh and shake of the ...

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“Lady Flamenco” by Melanie Yorke

Submitted to Contest #249

The whiskey fills her throat with fiery warmth as she tosses it back in a single swallow. The first notes of a melody announces the start of tonight’s performance. With the sweet smokey taste of the whiskey still on her tongue she moves to Marquez’s side ready to follow him into the small area the bar staff have cleared for their use.Manolo picks out the last few notes of his solo and after giving her a swift, darting kiss Marquez makes his entrance, his beautiful voice rising and undulating; filling the room and causing all occupants to pau...

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“The Empyrean” by Melanie Yorke

Submitted to Contest #247

*contains consensual sexual content* March 20th,Dear Diary,Today I will take my first steps on Empyrean Island. A place from which, I have been assured by everyone, I will not return. It is most curious that all the stories can be wildly differing accounts: everything from demons and wild animals to portals to other realms. The only consistency, beside the inherent fear in each story, is that “no one EVER returns”.At first these warnings intrigued me. Rather than deter me these tales made me more eager than ever to explore the Island’s secr...

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“Art for Art's Sake” by Melanie Yorke

Submitted to Contest #242

Anne was bored. It had been fine, in theory, agreeing to take her niece to the Art Gallery, she liked spending time with Izzy, it was free to get in and she would get cool Aunty points for indulging Izzy’s ‘artzy fartzy’ phase. However, in reality, it was exhausting. She’d oo’ed and ah’ed and generally put in an Oscar worthy performance as “Art Appreciating Aunt” but they’d been here two hours now and Anne felt like they’d walked a marathon at a snails pace.Her feet ached and she really didn’t think she could bear to stand in front of anothe...

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“Thank You for the April Showers” by Melanie Yorke

Submitted to Contest #239

One Tuesday thousands of lottery tickets fell from the skies. They all had the same numbers on them and when the lottery was drawn, sure enough, every ticket was a winner. With so many winners the lottery fund was stretched so thinly that the lottery company and the winners all agreed the fairest thing for everyone was to declare a rollover jackpot and exchange all lottery tickets for new tickets (all with different numbers) for the next draw. The next month mobile phones and other electronic hardware started to rain down upon the local citi...

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“The Migration Pattern of Chinchillas” by Melanie Yorke

Submitted to Contest #238

Contains mild swearing. “Well, it’s the chinchilla I feel sorry for.” Marti said to Sal as they pulled the tables and chairs onto the pavement outside the cafe. It was a lovely sunny day and Marti knew they’d soon be too busy with customers to chat much. They’d worked together for years and could set up for the day blindfolded without bumping into each other. Quickly and efficiently they set out the ashtrays and menus, the cruets and the coasters.“Nevermind the bloody chinchilla” said Sal, “What about the kids? What do your George and Lacey...

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“More Than Just Four Letters” by Melanie Yorke

Submitted to Contest #237

“I understand” he says and the worst part, the part that hurts the most, is that he does. He knows without me saying a single word about how important this is to me. How I have to go, have to do this, have to leave. All that is left now is to find out how to say goodbye.“It’s not forever” I say as I lean into his embrace, my cheek pressing against his chest. I close my eyes comforted by the warmth of his body radiating through the soft wool of his jumper, hearing his heart beat steadily and reassuringly. He kisses me on the top of my head. “...

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