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Melody Watson

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jul, 2023

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The Perfect Recipe

Submitted to Contest #270

“Don’t go without enough sleep, Jess. You have to be tip top tomorrow,” Bruce always gets to the point right off.“Yes, sir. I need to perfect this new sauce. I believe it will enhance Friday’s meal plan. Oh…I know what it needs,” Jessica Parker rushed off to the spice rack.The jars rattled as she searched for the spice, but it was no where to be found. Deciding to look for it around the kitchen, just in case it had been left out.She called to Bruce, “do you know where the nutmeg is? I don’t see it here.”“Sorry, no idea,” came the deep reply....

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The Wedding Shocker

Submitted to Contest #264

The wind picked up speed with stronger gusts whipping the veil from the bride’s head. Gasps stolen by another strong gust. The dull roar tearing the flower arrangements from their vases and scattering them like litter. The strong breeze shaking the cotton wood leaves from their branches. Wedding guests scampered around the rows of seats, heading in the direction of the open field. Several ladies stopped to cover their gaping mouths, as their husbands tugged them away from the ceremony. The force of air grabbed the brides carefully arra...

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Emergency

Submitted to Contest #263

Emergency“You’ll be up and running on all cylinders in no time.”That's what they said. Every single one of them. After spending months, almost two years, arguing with the doctors that work was not possible, but falling to my knees was. I think the labs have drained me twice over. There was not a day or an hour I didn't wonder if it was my last. Going to sleep was another matter, simply put, exhaustion took over from staying awake twelve hours. This unwanted journey felt to have been a lifetime, nearly was in fact.The problem arose one night ...

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Catch the Moment

Submitted to Contest #244

“What are you doing?”“Oh my gosh!”“What’s happening, Sandy? Are you okay?”A slight squeak, turned moan. Sandy frantically tore at her clothing. Between the sounds and heavy breathing, she was too occupied to respond, if she even heard. The clothing flew in all directions were being shed like snakeskin. It appeared as if there was a snake in them.Cassie tried to grab her sister’s arm, narrowly missing as a pair of pants zinged passed her head. By all appearances Sandy had completely lost her mind. What was going on? Sandy was always modest, n...

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Shellshocked

Submitted to Contest #238

“What the ?!?” It could not be. “No…” moaned Joanne. In the middle of the cattle herd was a miniature horse with one of the mother cows licking its face to a near glowing white. “How the hhe…?!?” No one around our ranch had miniature horses. My little sister, Macy, giggles, leaning her head to the side. “I think she's cute.” “Well…” this sounds like Joanne is as speechless as I am. The cow continued to lick the horse while her calf nursed. Nothing was off for them but for my sisters and I there was a mystery horse in our herd. Where had it c...

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The Fight

Submitted to Contest #217

Jane gazed into the bright orange setting sun, dreaming. It was evenings like these that get one’s dreams flowing. The warm breeze tousling her sagging curls, and caressing her cooling skin. The caress much like his. The memories flooding her with warmth, the warmth caused by his sweet gentle touch upon her cheek, as he knelt on one knee. “Will you marry me, my sweet Jane? I promise to love always. Please Jane, make me a happy man.” “I am already married to you in my heart,” Jane whispered into the breeze, like she had done so long a...

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A Year for Sisters

Submitted to Contest #212

September 25, 1887 Dear Faith, How was your journey? I do hope and pray you have made it safely to your placement now. Elsie had seven babies, five girls and two boys, Dad is taking the boys to town on his fall run. He says with that many girls we could make a team. That will mean more ice fishing for Thomas to feed them. We got several pounds of potatoes. It was a good year for potatoes. Tomorrow I will start to pull the turnips. I miss you, my dear sister. I am proud of you. I know this is the beginning of your future....

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A Sweet Love

The slight movement within my jacket is my reminder to search harder alongside Jane, the librarian who took upon herself to solve my predicament. Unable to continue our search in the bookshelves we turned our focus to the internet. Oh Lord! Is there ever lots of information out there but not much on what I need to know. A shift in comfort then warm then another twitch. I breathe a sigh of relief. Then my heart stops. The warmth turns to wetness as it seeps into my pants near my jeans’ zipper. What do I do now? Do I just sit here b...

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Night Eyes

Submitted to Contest #210

The call of the nighthawk mingled with the crackling of the campfire when the peaceful and calming sounds were disrupted by a slight rustle in the tall grass beyond the flames. “Ssh,” Tanner whispered. Tammy jolted up in the camping chair too quickly toppling it over backwards, her with it, hitting the back of her head on the firewood pile. “Tammy!” Groaning she raises her head from the wood as her boyfriend lifts her into his arms. The back of her head burning with pain, she inhales air to calm herself. “Are you okay?” he asks, cradli...

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In Honour of Barbie

Submitted to Contest #208

Downsizing for a new beginning, Sandy told herself again. Repeating it had not made it the belief reality. Rather it seemed downsizing meant stress, tears and backbreaking pain. Shuffling another full box of stuff towards the attic door, she shook her head, another box of once treasure now old and broken items no longer wanted. Wincing she straightened up the best she could under the low ceiling and rafters, the pain was getting almost too much to bear, especially during the night, trying to sleep on the old mattress. ‘My poor back,’ Sandy t...

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Getting to the Other Side

Submitted to Contest #207

Placing the crisp white chef’s beanie over her hairnet Jessica Parker stares at the spotless silver wall separating the kitchen from the dining room. The silver was polished shining brighter than the blemish free stainless steel of the rest of the kitchen the owner sure had an obsession with the silver appearance. There were a few items around that were black or red but very few.Double checking her uniform she breathed in a few calming breaths, she always took them daily then stepped forward into the bustling staff.New to the restaurant Jess...

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The Call of the Full Moon

Submitted to Contest #205

The Call of the Full Moon “I've been thinking”, Dad said as he stuffed a fork full of roast and gravy into his mouth. Everyone glanced up from their home cooked roast beef dinners, seeing his mouth was too full to continue, all went back to their own meals. “This is juicy, Nadine. Very good,” Dad smiled in my direction. “As I was saying, I've been thinking.” he paused as he drank some milk. A collective sigh surrounded the table. Chuckling, Dad wiped his milk moustache with a worn linen napkin. “I might be able to hold all of your attentio...

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