Red Herring

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jul, 2020

Stories (5)

5 Stories

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“KEEP OFF THE GRASS” by Red Herring

Submitted to Contest #256

Lola doesn’t particularly like him- her father, that is, but says she’s learning to tolerate him. He doesn’t particularly like her either, and he learned to accept her. Accept all the traces of her mother in her, from the stout frame flinching at any conciliatory gesture of affection, to the pinched looks and angry sighs whenever he emerges from the depths of his room, sleeping off his early shift. Today is a special day for Gerald. Wimbledon is in the works – three weeks away, and he is in the final stretch of straightening out the gro...

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“To the Races” by Red Herring

Submitted to Contest #254

Sensitive Content: Animalistic love. With the evening dew settling into his oversized buckles, Pierre chuffed at the cold. By no means at all did he measure up to the hale and hearty stockiness of his brothers and sisters working the fields, nor did he quite yet attain the misshapen corpulence of the well statured servants. Simply put, Pierre was a runt. The frills of his court uniform hung limply into his concave chest, while the over-starched tails of his coat outshone his skeletal frame in propriety. With his wig askew (his slick oily hai...

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“Withering High, June 11, 2024, vol. 73 ” by Red Herring

Submitted to Contest #254

LOCAL SUBSTITUTE CONTINUALLY FAILS TO MAKE TEAHer limp hair and gnarled face won't distract you from the fact that she has no idea how to use our 20th century vintage electric kettle furbished by some ole teacher of yesteryore. Ms. Harring, who shuffles in leisurely 19 minutes past the first bell every morning while gargling loudly into her speaker'd phone between slurps of syrupy iced decaf tea, has the nerve, the complete oblivion, the gall to walk into subsequent rooms asking for a teacher to come help her instead of struggling to take at...

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“Nutso” by Red Herring

Submitted to Contest #50

The grandfather clock struck 8 o’clock. Dinner was still not ready. The leftover taper candles rustled out from a drawer's depths were long extinguished. Greta passed her hand over the cavern of her shrinking belly, sighing in nervous relief. Hannah, meanwhile, fretted with the napkin, peering over the maze of crystal glasses, rapidly cooling gravy boats, potato tureens, and empty placemats. She tried not to, but the voices seeping through the corridor clutched the pit of her stomach. “That’s not how you sear chicken. Add more sour cream,” s...

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“To the Races” by Red Herring

Submitted to Contest #50

With the evening dew settling into his oversized buckles, Pierre chuffed at the cold. By no means at all did he measure up to the hale and hearty stockiness of his brothers and sisters working the fields, nor did he quite yet attain the misshapen corpulence of the well statured servants. Simply put, Pierre was a runt. The frills of his court uniform hung limply into his concave chest, while the over-starched tails of his coat outshone his skeletal frame in propriety. With his wig askew (his slick oily hair a childhood contention of his moth...

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Author bio

Preponderant. Effusive. Can even verge on ebullient. Peaked preparing for SAT Verbal tests. Could do with a biscuit. if you like my stories, take a look a see if you like my supposed "swag." FIN of the self-promotional coin toss. https://nadreamidesigns.etsy.com Thanks for your support in any form it may take, truly!