Norma Gauld

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Mar, 2021

Stories (5)

5 Stories

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“THE WAY IT IS/ THE WAY IT’S GOING TO BE” by Norma Gauld

Submitted to Contest #158

The bills were piled loosely to theright of the home-made ledger. A pen, blue and white with the words, “take it on,” printed along the side rested on the empty pages of the ledger. Besid e that was her pay cheque for two weeks waitressing at the neighbourhood drive-through diner. A half filled cup of warm coffee sat by the bills and the Buz Light Year figure lay just beyond the clutter of the dirty dinner dishes. Joan, a bit over-weight woman in her early forties, was hunched over the mess in front of her. With her left hand ...

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“The Lady” by Norma Gauld

Submitted to Contest #150

“Please don’t do it,” She said as I pulled away from her, though I didn’t actually hear her say it; my attention was on the injection needle laying on the small, rickety table at my side. Pulling away from her presence I shoved my hands tightly under my arm pits; “I don’t need her butting into my life; I don’t need her soft voice and sad eyes looking at me, its’ my life and if I want to kill myself it’s’ up to me, not her.” I could tell her gentle hand wanted to press onto my arm; I could tell from her eyes she wanted to prevent me...

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“THE END, at the beginning…” by Norma Gauld

Submitted to Contest #149

THE END, at the beginning….. The candle had burned down to just a puddle of wax on the plate; the last bit of flame diminished into nothing as darkness overcame the tiny room. He could no longer see his breath but could feel the stinging cold and believed it was dark outside. He sat motionless except for the trembling of his body that was trying to keep the blood from jelling in his veins. The last time he had looked at the thermometer was before the flame died and it read thirty-four Fahrenheit. It was cold. “How did he ...

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“portals to the unknown” by Norma Gauld

Submitted to Contest #108

it was a beautiful late morning in May when I decided to take my daily walk around the Butter Tub Marsh walking trail, I hadn't long been out of hospital from a minor surgery so my walking was slow but steady.When I first enterd the gate into the trail, I met a woman in her late sixtys or early seventys and wearing a pink cardigan sweater, beige mid-thigh pants; she was holding a book. She had gray hair and strange, gray eyes. Although I smiled at her she did not acknowledge me as she seemed to be searching for someone or something.I continu...

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“Beyond the window” by Norma Gauld

Submitted to Contest #97

It was pitch black, as I looked out the window of my holiday cabin. I was excited to get away from the city smog and the hustle and bustle of the agitated city folk as they rushed here and there trying to reach their destination. The traffic was horrid as I left my office and headed toward the mountains. “ Everyone is in a rush,“ I thought to myself as I finally pulled off the main highway and headed up the long stretch of dusty road that led to the peaceful mountain retreat. I sipped my hot,chocolate as I looked out at absolutely nothi...

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Author bio

I live on Vancouver Island, BC, Canada with a tuxedo cat, that has an attitude. I love to write, paint do reno's around my home and visit my neighbours when I have time; though that is not often. At present I am working on a few short stories and several novels. Like I said, I love to write,