Phillip Allen

Author on Reedsy Prompts since May, 2020

Stories (6)

6 Stories

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“A Winters Eve” by Phillip Allen

Submitted to Contest #44

Margaret stepped out of the theater and pulled her coat up as high as she could on her neck. A cold wind bit at her face. This was her third time watching National Velvet. She knew she really should save her money, but she so loved Liz Taylor, and, in her opinion, Mickey Rooney was to die for.She had rushed the hand full of blocks from the factory to the theater when her shift had ended. She missed the simpler times, before the world turned upside down. Sure, money had been tight but at least her family was all together… and alive.She could ...

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“Gus's Heart” by Phillip Allen

Submitted to Contest #44

Gus was thrust awake. It felt as if he had been kicked in the chest. The defibrillator implanted under his skin sent a charge of electricity to the probe within his heart.It only hurt for a second, but it was enough to awaken him. He gasped for breath and looked around. As always, he was in his room, all alone. His heart had been failing and there was nothing that could be done. His doctor told him if the defibrillator fired once or twice in a row, he should call the office but if it fired more than twice, he should call emergency services. ...

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“The Masterpiece ” by Phillip Allen

Submitted to Contest #43

Sam dipped the tip of her paintbrush in brown paint. She looked at the brush and then at the canvas. She shook her head and wiped the paint back off the brush.She took a deep breath and looked at the canvas again. What had been clear in her mind just a moment earlier was now as obscure as a dream fading as someone awakens. Her canvas sat on the easel mocking her, telling her she was never going to be a painter. She had painted many pictures and most of them were stunning, but this picture, this picture she could not master.It was all quite s...

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“Uncle Derik” by Phillip Allen

Submitted to Contest #43

The morning started out the same as any other, Alice opened her eyes and sat up in bed. She yawned and stretched. The smell of bacon, eggs and toast wafted into her nose. She turned herself on the bed and slid forward to put her feet on the floor. Stretching again, she stood and walked toward the bathroom. After her morning duties were done, she got dressed in her favorite jumper and made her way downstairs. As she approached the kitchen, the smells became more prevalent. She heard her tummy growl. Alice’s mom and dad were sitting at the tab...

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“Duncan’s Ride” by Phillip Allen

Submitted to Contest #42

Duncan awakens before dawn. He puts his feet on the floor and stands and stretches. He slides his dressing gown over his undershirt. He slides his feet into moccasins by the door and walks outside.Making his way to the well, Duncan draws a bucket of water. He returns to his cabin setting the bucket on the table. He cups his hands, pulling the water into his face, washing the sleep out of his eyes. The water is cold but refreshing. He dips his head in the bucket to clean his hair. Duncan runs his hands along the top of his head, grasping his ...

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“Flyday” by Phillip Allen

Submitted to Contest #41

“Hey!” Dominique barely opens his eyes, enough to look around the room. He sees no one. The voice comes again. “Hey! Can you hear me?” Dominique sits up in bed, and fully opens his eyes. He looks around the bedroom again but is still unable see anyone. He hears the voice a third time. “Are you awake? Come on man, wake up! We need each other’s help!” A thousand things cross Dominique’s mind, not the least of which is the possibility that he is going insane. He blinks and more thoroughly inspects the room. And yet, not a soul in sight. &nb...

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