Paula Furlong

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Nov, 2020

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“THE TROUBLES WITH LETTING GO” by Paula Furlong

Submitted to Contest #185

Debbie waded through seventy years of keepsakes, a black trash bag in hand. An aerial view of the living room would look like a giant chessboard. Debbie is the pawn that lost its way. Puzzles, games, toaster ovens, and hoards of who knows what was in those stacks—three, four, and five feet high. Debbie ran a hand through her short silver hair. “Okay, what can I throw out?" She picked up a very used puzzle, looked it over...

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“RAIN DANCE” by Paula Furlong

Clara and Gavin sit on the fence facing the dried-up fields. The foliage and shriveled crops sit in the dusty soil as they die of thirst. The depressing sight is very sad and dangerous for the farmers of Albuquerque, New Mexico. At seventeen years old, the two teens are aware of the damage this is doing to the economy and the lives of the people that call this land home.“I am so nervous, Gavin. What is this drought going to do to my family and the other farms? I feel helpless. What if we have to leave?” Clara clenches he...

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“PROTECTOR” by Paula Furlong

Submitted to Contest #86

“Artemis? Ye ready to go?” Shannon hollered in her country drawl.“Let’s go, kid. We’re always wait’n for ye.” said fourteen teen-year-old Connor.“Just meet us at the market, love,” Shannon gathered the baskets. She handed one to her son as they exited the cottage. “Mind ye attitude, please. The girl needs to settle. This is a big change for her. How d’you feel if me and your pap had died.”“I wouldn’t be rude to ye. Bad-tempered she is too.” Connor groaned.“Artemis is just a babe compared to you, now isn’t...

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“WATER BOY” by Paula Furlong

Submitted to Contest #83

My name is Josh, I was born and raised in Arizona. Not great for a person with a debilitating obsession to be in water. As a baby, I was only happy in the bathtub. It was like my security blanket. Crazy, right? After swimming for a week at the lake, I still needed more. By my twelfth birthday, my mouth was always dry, making me need the school bubblers constantly. Daily detentions were the result. Ugh… ...

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