Michelle Weaver

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Apr, 2021

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4 Stories

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“One man's junk is someone's treasure” by Michelle Weaver

Submitted to Contest #96

What is the definition of a stranger? Could it be someone you once loved? Someone who left when they should have stayed, protected you. The despair I'd felt was unfathomable. She'd always been there, silently, willingly. Even when I knew she'd disappeared within herself. She was my mother, she should have stayed. That was almost 30 years ago.I stared at the letter. Wondering how they'd found me. After all we'd moved around a bit. From the bottom of the island to the very top. Scotland was where my husband's parents lived...

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“When we were young” by Michelle Weaver

Submitted to Contest #94

‘Bloody teenagers. Think they can do what they want,’ complained Alfie.‘Oh, come on Alfie, I think we were all a bit rebellious when we were that age.’ reasoned his wife.‘Not me, never had the chance. I was working from 14, had to give my wage to my Da. He’d give me a bit back for the weekly dance up at the Liberal. Then I joined the Navy.’ ‘I remember the day I met you, you were on leave with the lads. A ladies man, according to Teddy.’‘Well he would have said that, he was after marryi...

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“I am the firework in this velvet darkness” by Michelle Weaver

Submitted to Contest #92

She placed her fingers upon the transparent thin veil. The tinted glass reflecting her alabaster perfection . She longed to be able to bask until she was baked bronze. As soon as the day showed any promise of balminess her new neighbours would find their spot. They’d attempt to conceal their joy when they noticed her peering at them from above. Feigning ignorance they’d turn their sun loungers towards the sun, away from Luna’s wistful gaze.When they first discovered that Luna had an affliction to the day they thought it couldn’t be...

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“The dust jacket ” by Michelle Weaver

Submitted to Contest #91

I watched other children with their fathers. Wondered how it must feel to have someone to hang onto. To make you feel safe and secure. Don’t get me wrong I know not every relationship is that easy going, how some fathers hurt the ones they’re meant to defend.I’m on about the ones that chase you in the park, run with you on their shoulders. Wind you up and laugh with you. You know the ones, the ones that hug you when you fall, listen to your pain. Warn away anyone who has broken your heart. I wanted one like that. My moth...

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Author bio

I'm a primary school teacher from Leeds. I've been teaching for 17 years. I've met a wide variety of very interesting characters, all fabulous, and quirky. I have twin 12 year old daughters 🤪 and two equally bonkers dogs, oh and lets not forget my long suffering husband. I recently beat cancer, and hope that particular fight is finished. During my illness there were bouts of isolation (never mind Covid) where I found time to write. I used to write as a teen, but found the inspiration again and have continued. I have days of procrastination or as I like to call it, thinking space.