Ophelia McBride

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Mar, 2021

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5 Stories

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“Fuzzball Fry’s” by Ophelia McBride

Submitted to Contest #117

The old electronics store had closed down years ago. But those who remembered it knew it was so much more. Every child would beg their mother to stop on their errands to run into the store and see him. The pride of the quiet town. He played every Friday and Sunday, from 12:30 to 1, a schedule every kid had engraved into their brains. And on those days, when the summer days got hot, or when the winter wi...

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“Fuzzball Fry’s” by Ophelia McBride

Submitted to Contest #98

The old electronics store had closed down years ago. But those who remembered it knew it was so much more. Every child would beg their mother to stop on their errands to run into the store and see him. The pride of the quiet town. He played every Friday and Sunday, from 12:30 to 1, a schedule every kid had engraved into their brains. And on those days, when the summer days got hot, or when the winter wi...

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“A Game of Chance” by Ophelia McBride

Submitted to Contest #96

A Game of Chance There was nothing remarkable about this town, and many locals stared at you as you walked down its dusty streets, as if the very idea of a visitor in this ghost town was as the people themselves. They dressed in apparel fit for kings, as if them walking in and out of stores with busted out windows and rusty door handles would make the town any more welcoming. If one would stop for a m...

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“The Fatemaker” by Ophelia McBride

Submitted to Contest #87

He is called. Called by the light of the full moon. Called by the trees carrying voices on its leaves. The cries of the hopeless who long for the glimmer of hope to shine upon them, even for a moment. The laughs at those less fortunate, spat out of the mouths of those corrupted and wicked. He is called by some force unknown even to him, and yet he obeys it blindly. He is called now. Over the fields, ...

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“The World of Darkness” by Ophelia McBride

Submitted to Contest #83

The feeling of wind on your neck. The crunch of sand beneath your feet. The call of a gull as it flies overhead. Many of these sounds, feelings that have long ago lost their magic, their beauty, we take for granted, though they make us who we are. Feeling, breathing, living humans. But what happens when you take away that breath, those feelings? You are left in a world of darkness. A world of mystery that inst...

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