Mitchell Coulthard

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Apr, 2020

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3 Stories

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“What Are The Odds” by Mitchell Coulthard

Submitted to Contest #58

TOM “Who are you?” the voice called out almost shouting. It took a moment for me to realize it was actually someone stuck the same as I was.  I guess I shouldn’t have been cussing up a storm.  Kind of rude when you don’t know if your neighbors can hear you or not. Two elevators next to each other in a building with fifty-two floors, eight elevators, three on a side in this ...

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“Peter's Banjo” by Mitchell Coulthard

Submitted to Contest #38

When I first moved into my new rental, I had no idea what was in store for me. As with any tightly packed cluster of units, the neighbors can be... well... let's just say they can be an integral part of your daily life.You meet a few taking out the bins... a few pop up occasionally at the mail boxes. Even coming and going from work or sitting around on a weekend can find you bumping into one or two. Well, this time, my neighbor was not what I expected... or wanted, truth be told. At least not at first.H...

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“Was it a Wrong Number?” by Mitchell Coulthard

Submitted to Contest #37

I grew up in a good home. Broken, yet good. Well mothered, well cared for and loved, I grew up to respect the hard work of my mom and what she went through. With a cheating father, dead-beat step dad, later I died a little bit inside when my mom lost to cancer what I believed to be her one true love.Love was important to her
 I grew up believing love was important to me.Life had a whole lot of twists and turns for me. Yet I was living my ‘dream life’ with my high school sweetheart come wife and my busines...

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Author bio

A few words about myself? Oh, if I could but type as little as a few words. I have a bad case of 'fingerbabble'. Whenever I find myself seated at my computer or somewhere with one of my journals in hand, the world seems to disappear a little as I write. I love writing... love telling stories... love creating groups of words that make people want a few more. More than 45 years penning in journals with no support system to allow me to spend time writing. Today, with such a system in support with a new wife, girlfriend, and muse - all the same lady - I have what I have always wanted. So... I write.