Myriam Bell

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Nov, 2020

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“The Fox Faery” by Myriam Bell

Submitted to Contest #88

Note: I have taken a small liberty with the prompt, I haven't submitted anything in such a long time, I hope you'll forgive me. So this is a story about an outsider failing to fit in.Faeries are by nature vivacious and sociable, but as it is with humans, each has his or her own specific traits, with qualities and flaws in various measure. The faery whose story I’m about to tell you was called Lorelianna. In contrast to most of the Fair Folk she was a very timid creature. She loved the animals of the forest, and would often seek their company...

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“Down memory lane” by Myriam Bell

Submitted to Contest #71

Attempt No. 1Today is the first day my son has started school full time. He has joined his sister there, and I am left pondering what I will do with my days now that the house is empty. As a mum of two, of course I’m excited about getting some time to myself, but mostly, I’m scared. I’m scared of being lonely, of being bored, scared that the kids don’t need me anymore.I know I’m being ridiculous, I have plenty of work and what children don’t need their mother? But there it is, let it not be said that I am a rational person.Anyway, I think ab...

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“Redemption” by Myriam Bell

Submitted to Contest #70

‘Stay.’ That’s all she would have needed to say. One word. But she hadn’t. ‘Stay.’ So he hadn’t. How much she wanted to tell Nick about it. How much she wanted him to understand there were some words — or lack thereof — that you could not recover from. How much it hurt. Still. Always. Debilitatingly so. For evermore. But Nick... Nick had to learn for himself. She could have explained it to him, in many eloquent words. She was good with words. Some lessons though, you had to figure out and learn for yourself or they didn’t stick. Sometimes ...

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“Father and son” by Myriam Bell

Submitted to Contest #69

Paul put down the book on the small mahogany side table and looked up to see his father nodding off, nestled in his window seat. The street behind him had progressively gone dark as Paul had read to him, but as the winter sunlight had relinquished its hold on the day, the lights of humanity had one by one asserted their right on the night. First, the antique shop opposite — which was always so dark to start with — then the café, with its door opening and closing to the rhythm of its customers and letting out a waft of warm, voluptuous, sweet...

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Author bio

Mother of two trying to fight off her demons (shyness, unworthiness, etc.) and finish writing that darn book she started 5 years ago. Ahem. Feedback and constructive criticism welcome. Thanks for reading!