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Regina Morrison

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Oct, 2019

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Dealing with Change

Submitted to Contest #82

 “I go away on holiday for 2-weeks!!!! And…” Garry spluttered at a loss for words.  “Dad… You’re being dramatic,” his daughter sighed.  “I think this is a rather good time to be dramatic!” Garry shouted excitedly, rocking furiously on his heels. “I don’t want IT; I don’t need IT; you need to take IT out!”  “I can’t just take it out Dad, you know that! And as for not needing IT! Look at this house,” she said waving her arms to emphasize the jumble that was the living room. “ For a matter of fact look at you!” Garry...

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Speaking Out Loud

Submitted to Contest #76

“You don’t say much, do you?”  He sat on the edge of the hospital bed and smiled politely at the efficient looking nurse, who stood clipboard in hand at the foot of the bed.  “Alright, Mr…” She flipped the pages back, “Mr Grey, the doctor will be along in a couple of minutes to go over some things with you.” He smiled again. The nurse clicked away and soon he heard her friendly voice buttering up another tremorous patient.  Idiot! Where was all the nice polite and friendly chit-chat? Man alive. And she was pretty too and...

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Act Confident

Submitted to Contest #59

The sound of squealing brakes and tyres hardly caused a head to turn in the hum-drum of city noises. A small, discoloured white Volkswagen golf manoeuvered inch by inch between two beasts of SUVs; its wheels protesting the whole way as they slid right, left, forward, back- finally parked. “Can’t be...Can’t be..late,” Zara muttered as she shoved keys into her handbag; grabbed her bursting briefcase; raised her eyes expressively in the rear-view mirror; flattened a non-existent out of place hair strand and bolted out of the car. “Idi...

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Made by Jerry

Submitted to Contest #54

The book hung in the bookstand, the crisp pages trailing in the remains of a cracked egg. Jars of baking powder, vanilla essence, butter all in different degrees of use stood stolidly on the countertop. Dunes of flour lay scattered all over and then there was me, fiercely grappling with a large white mixing bowl and my mom’s ancient electric mixer. “Whisk until light and fluffy,” I read, nose deep in the recipe’s pages, a thin strand of brown hair trailing over one serious eye.“Light and fluffy, light and fluffy,” I breathed over and ov...

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Sisters

Submitted to Contest #50

I was laying on my bed when she stormed into our room. The door slammed shut. The door frame trembled. I was reading Jane Eyre. Regina’s small shadow fell over me like an ominous cloud.  I went on reading. Jane Eyre was an interesting character; quiet, subdued, almost a complete walkover if not for a spine-like determination to stick to her principles. I turned the page. In the room’s stillness, the page sounded like the white-crested waves crashing in on themselves. Jane was leaving Thornfield Hall after discovering Mr Rochester’s se...

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