Nigel Holmes

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Nov, 2019

Stories (7)

7 Stories

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“Noises From Above” by Nigel Holmes

Submitted to Contest #148

I’ll pick up your prescription after work tomorrow and drop it off about 5. Neville was a slow texter, but also one who believed in correct punctuation. He re-read the message he’d typed, pressed ‘Send” and put the phone down on the countertop. At that moment the lights in his cramped kitchen dimmed. Then he heard a wooshing noise, like wind through trees, faintly at first but growing louder. Glancing through the window, the blue sky was dotted with a just a few white clouds, and the sun was casting long shadows. It didn’t look windy. Then h...

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“Workin’ on The ‘Bird” by Nigel Holmes

Submitted to Contest #73

 “It’s inside the distributor, there.” Leaning under the hood, De’Veon used a long brown finger to point at the back of the air filter housing. All his fingers were long and brown, dark on the tops and a kind of coffee brown on the undersides with darker lines at the creases. They extended out from giant palms on the ends of his long arms, yet everything about the man was in proportion. He was just very tall, and lean with it. I remember when we brought the ‘bird home this time last year, the week before Christmas. From the passenger se...

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“No More Hiding, No More Protection ” by Nigel Holmes

Submitted to Contest #69

The drink always flows at our family gatherings, and today was no different. Grandpa Bob was slumped in his recliner with a bottle in his hand and his cheeks a rosy red. Dad was on the couch, trying to match his father-in-law bottle for bottle, (and failing, as per.) Cousin Mikey was sprawled out in the carpet in front of the TV and his dad, my Uncle Joe, at the other end of the couch was studying the phone in one hand while drinking from the bottle in the other. Having finished off at least one bottle of Prosecco, the women, that’s to say ...

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“Excerpts From the Diary of Cecilia Hammond” by Nigel Holmes

Submitted to Contest #36

August 12th, 1979It's so boring back here in my room in Winnetka. The weather's fine and I'm just sitting at my desk watching my mother through an open window as she tends her roses. Fifty, maybe sixty miles south there's Joel. Is he thinking of me? Most likely he's with some other girl. She'll be dark skinned like him and very pretty with big brown eyes. He's probably forgotten kissing me already. But I haven't.I should be telling you all the amazing things I did at Literature Camp and all the new friends I made but really all I can think a...

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“Becoming “Normal”” by Nigel Holmes

Submitted to Contest #26

If I'm honest, my life didn't really begin until after the accident. Until that point, well, until I was recovering in hospital, I had no idea what I was missing out on. Yes, I was successful, or so many people would say. I was making good money, had all the trappings of success. I was surrounded by friends, people who enjoyed my company and wanted to be with me, or so I thought. But let me back up.To understand what I mean in that opening sentence you need to know who I am, what I did and what happened. Only then can you understand why now ...

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“What She Doesn't Know (And Never Will)” by Nigel Holmes

Submitted to Contest #25

Slowly stirring her coffee, Celine looked over her friend's shoulder and through the window. Across the street was the unimaginatively named “Celine's Antiques.” A small door set in a honey-colored stone wall next to a bow-window disguised the store's true size. While only 12 feet wide the uneven oak floors went back a long way, back to the massive black desk where Celine spent much of her time.“So, resolutions this year?”Celine turned her attention back to Lorna. “Mmm, I don't know. I should think about it shouldn't I?”“Did you make any las...

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“Racing Line” by Nigel Holmes

⭐️ Shortlisted for Contest #14

Fawn pushed the foot of the monopod into the soft turf and, gripping the slender pole tightly, bent to squint through the viewfinder. Standing on the outside of the bend, just back from the protective straw bales, she had the crest of the hill about a third down from the top of the frame. It wasn't the safest place to stand: if something went wrong the car would be coming straight at her, but she'd been doing this a while. She figured she could tell if a car was too fast or the driver struggling for grip, and she trusted her ability to leap ...

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Shortlisted 1 story ⭐️

Contest #14
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