Michelle Oliver

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Dec, 2022

Stories (14)

14 Stories

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“Mitzee’s Revenge” by Michelle Oliver

Someone is going to pay, and they are going to pay dearly, Mitzee fumed silently. Actually, no! He wasn’t going to be silent. He opened his mouth and yowled, continuously.He paced in his cell, the four walls seemed to close in upon him and he, who was never claustrophobic, even in the tightest of spaces, began to feel like he couldn’t breathe. Minimum security, my ass! He thought.How long had he been incarcerated this time? He couldn’t tell. In a fit of boredom and pique, he knocked a container to the ti...

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“Mitzee's Memoir - a Prequel” by Michelle Oliver

It was so terribly cold. Snow was falling, and it was almost dark. Mitzee watched as Snow did a complicated in air twist, landing lightly on her feet like a ballerina, her thick, white coat gleaming under the streetlamp. Her breath puffed in little tendrils in the icy cold air.“Locked,” she muttered as she walked off the pain of her fall. Nothing shook her for long.“Yep, locked,” Mitzee agreed. “C’mon Snow, this area is the worst for the likes of us.”“Pickings are the best here, though...

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“On The Seventh Day” by Michelle Oliver

*** Religious Irreverence ***He sat back and put His feet up; it had been a long week. It had started at the beginning. If He had known then what He knew now, He may have had second or even third thoughts about attempting this crazy process. But it was too late. What was done, was done and even though He was exhausted, He was proud of what He’d wrought. It was on the first day that He began. The day was easy, He created light. It was good to see, but He could see nothing. Lots of nothin...

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“Mitzee’s Moment” by Michelle Oliver

Mitzee was in prison for a crime he did not commit.Well, OK, he probably had committed it once or twice. Who knew? Who kept count? But he was very sure that he had been incarcerated now because of something he didn’t do. He glared through the prison bars, plotting. He was Houdini, Al Capone, and Einstein rolled into one. There was nothing he couldn’t do… except break out of this prison, apparently.If looks could kill, there would be no one left alive in this joint. If he could get out, he’d make ea...

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“Schrödinger’s Kitty” by Michelle Oliver

“Good morning my friend! Up, up, up. Now!”“Mmffumplemuff!”“I do beg your pardon, but it’s morning and I’m hungry. And I’m hungry now and it’s morning!” “Phdtts. Stop it you mangy mongrel, get off my face!”“Mongrel? Indeed! I’m no cur, no slavering, slavish mutt. ‘We are not impressed, We are not amused,’ now get up you lazy piece of no good human.”“Kitty!”“Schrödinger!”“Get off!”<...

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“Waves” by Michelle Oliver

Waves crashed and churned. They made a lilting kind of sound that lapped at our boat, leaving us gently comforted in their embrace. We were safe here, secure as a baby in our mother’s arms. This was Papa’s lifelong dream, to sail to the Bahamas with his family. I hadn’t ever thought about doing it, but since we started it had seemed to work out ok. Papa had assured me it was safe, soothing my fears, so I knew it was going to be fine. I was not going to die.Waves crashed and churned. All night long, the sea rocked us...

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“An Elephant Never Forgets” by Michelle Oliver

Miss Parker was the very definition of refined. That’s what my dad said anyway. I didn’t believe him, I’d looked it up in the dictionary and it said nothing about Miss Parker.She lived on our street, three houses down on the opposite side of the road. Her house had been there for forever, old, but not decrepit. A place that looked like a castle or a haunted mansion without the spiderwebs. The street-facing windows were gently curved in a fancy arch and high on the wall by the front door was a circular window, like a sing...

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“All the Lonely People” by Michelle Oliver

MONDAY I tap my foot nervously on the shiny marble floor as I watch the numbers descend. I’m going to be late… again. It really wasn’t my fault. I’d had my hours swapped with George this week, so he could leave work in time to pick his kids up from school, while his wife recuperated from surgery. I now needed to be in the office by 10.00 instead of 8.30. You’d think that would make me early. However, since I was finishing later, I’d tried to get to the gym in the morning. Well that was a mistake. It was either showe...

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“In Too Deep” by Michelle Oliver

*Note: The following events are true, as remembered by me, aged 11.*Albany, on the southern end of Western Australia, is cold, windy and wild for most of the year. Yes, there is an exception of a few months where it is comfortable and rather warm, but there is very little time in the year where swimming, for a normal red-blooded mammal, is advisable.It was one of those times of the year where swimmers (the people who swim, possibly called ‘bathers’ in other parts of the country) had not yet beg...

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“Eumelia and Kallais- A story in the style of Ancient Greek Mythology ” by Michelle Oliver

Hera, goddess of women, I beg you to help me!But Hera had other issues to contend with. The desperate pleading of one little, abused mortal did not register with her as she raged at her faithless husband yet again. Eumelia was on her own, the man holding her down was simply too powerful. She was merely a woman, and as such, she was powerless to do anything but plead silently to the goddess for a reprieve.Artemis, please save me! Daphne had escaped the a...

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“Shriven ” by Michelle Oliver

“Jesu have mercy upon my soul.” As he approached the locked door, he could hear the mumbled prayer from the other side, her voice was husky as if she’d worn it out with her incessant imploring of the Lord throughout the long night. Upon entering, William made his way through the suite to the Queen’s privy chambers with silent feet so as not to disturb her devotions. Her faithful almoner, John Skypp, Bishop of Hereford, sat beside her, his face weary and worn, but the Queen remained kneeling, her hands clas...

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“Heads I Win, Tails You Lose” by Michelle Oliver

Heads I win, tails you lose.I toss the coin over and over, it spins in the air to land in my palm before I slap it over onto the back of my other hand. When I remove my hand, Heads!- ‘May you Rest in Peace Your Majesty’, I think, then flip it again, heads-Her Majesty’s serene profile again. Flip, the silver spins and glints in the artificial light- tails, a little platypus swimming, frozen in time, the monotreme memorialised forever on the tail side of the coin. Growing up, my dad us...

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“Losing Lucky” by Michelle Oliver

“What have you got in your mouth!”It’s not a game! Not this time! Bloody hell! Who the hell knew that owning a Labrador was like owning a vacuum cleaner with teeth? I dart around one side of the table, and he, like a black shadow with eyes, a maniacal grin, and what can only be described as an evil genius doggy laugh- mwhahaha, you think you can catch me! Foolish human!- darts the other way.“Stop! You bloody-” ooof! Nope. Slipperier than a greased pig- I wonder what a greased pig feel...

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“‘Tis the Season ” by Michelle Oliver

Mirror mirror on the wall… Lisa swiped her hand over the steamed up glass and surveyed the reflection. This was not the face she saw in her own mind. The woman who looked back was old and tired and, was that a grey hair? She leaned in further, nose a scant few inches from the glass. Another side effect of the ageing process was an inability to perceive fine detail, perhaps it was a blessing. There they were, the fine wrinkles and silver wisps that were visible upon closer inspection. She stood back and stared at her body, grateful for the...

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Author bio

I write because I have always told stories to myself, some would say I’m crazy like that. I write because I need to get those stories down and out of my head. I don’t always make time for myself to do the things that bring me creative joy, but I’m a work in progress. I’m a mother, a wife, and a teacher, not always in that order, (and now I quietly add writer to that list.) I live in what his been described as the most isolated capital city in the world. I love reading the comments, sometimes more than reading the stories, because I admire the insightful responses to creative fiction pieces.

Winning 2 stories 🏆

Contest #187

Mitzee’s Moment – read story

Contest #184

All the Lonely People – read story