Millie Hardy-Sims

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Aug, 2020

Stories (8)

8 Stories

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“Papá Querido” by Millie Hardy-Sims

Submitted to Contest #79

Karina was ready to go home to her fiance and her daughter. It hadn’t been a hard day but it had been long and her back was killing her. She smiled to herself as she sterilised the tattoo chair ready for another day. It was as she turned her back to hang the sanitiser back up when she heard the faint ‘ting ting’ of the front door. She thought she had locked it, but clearly not. Karina glanced at her watch - it wa...

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“What Are You Doing New Years Eve?” by Millie Hardy-Sims

Submitted to Contest #74

Ten… Jack finished his speech and held up his champagne glass, Aimee looping her arm around his waist. They did make a good couple. They would be happy together. Tommy was happy for his brother, yet he couldn’t help wishing Tallie would give him a chance. Everywhere he looked in the living room, Tommy could see couples. They were everywhere. Genie and Hayley, Fifi on the phone to Clayton in Iraq, Jack and his fi...

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“La Gloria Del Mar” by Millie Hardy-Sims

Submitted to Contest #67

Mollie McGraw let herself into the captain's quarters without knocking as was the nature of her relationship with Captain James Bartholemew. He glanced up from where he stood behind his table as she entered and then looked back at the ledger open in front of him without so much as a nod in acknowledgement. In his right hand he held a sextant which he was using to plot the map to the side of him, the index finger of his ...

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“The Hunger Within” by Millie Hardy-Sims

Submitted to Contest #58

The bench by the lake was the only thing stopping Mia from plunging herself into the icy depths of the water. Something about the bench had stopped her from progressing any further. She sat upon it, her dress hitched up about her waist and tucked into the loose elastic of her underwear so that her legs could breathe. The scars displayed on them were almost invisible as the moonlight shone down upon her. She held a trembl...

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“Thirteen. ” by Millie Hardy-Sims

Submitted to Contest #55

Thirteen has always been an unlucky number. Judas was the thirteenth at the last supper, the one who betrayed Christ. The Templars were massacred on Friday thirteenth. A year with thirteen moons means disturbance. Perhaps most importantly, psychologists say the average person at any one time is keeping thirteen secrets. Thirteen. Thirteen secrets they have never to...

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“The Kids Aren't Alright” by Millie Hardy-Sims

Submitted to Contest #54

The clock on the wall ticked rhythmically to the tune of the tap dripping in the sink, the only sound in the silence that permeated the kitchen. Cleo sat at one end of the table, Rick the other. The awkwardness in the air could have been cut with a knife as the clock continued to mark the muzzled seconds, numbing their brains as they sat in silence. Neither of them knew how long they had been sitting there before Rick ev...

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“This Time” by Millie Hardy-Sims

Submitted to Contest #54

“They say that your first love will always be your last. They say that even though you may spend years apart, see other people, fall in love over and over, that first love will still be the one you think about when you look back on your life, searching for where it all went wrong.” Alice sighed, shut her notebook with an exasperated snap, and stuck her pen between her teeth. What a load of baloney. Where...

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“Hearts Led Astray” by Millie Hardy-Sims

Submitted to Contest #53

Valerie looked out over the sprawling fields as the stars erupted into being in the midnight sky, bringing with them the chill of the night and an end to her long-overdue weekend in the countryside. It had been a whirlwind over the last two days, there was no denying that. Those two days would change her life forever. The crackling bonfire at the bottom of the property along the woodline could be seen and smelt from where she stood on the porch, the suitcases in her hand and her heart heavy with everything that had happened.&n...

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Author bio

I love to write - anything and everything, prose, plays, films... I'm a published playwright and have seen more than ten of my plays performed on small stage, so I thought I'd try my hand at novelisation. I've been told I'm good at believable and emotive dialogue...