Sam Fisher

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Mar, 2020

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4 Stories

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“Jinx and Molly” by Sam Fisher

Submitted to Contest #38

Henry usually spent Wednesday afternoons in the garden. Watering, weeding, scraping the little worms of moss from between the patio slabs. But given the current circumstances, Henry could be found pottering around the garden on most afternoons, reveling in the fresh air and sunshine that the uncharacteristically warm spring had brought. Jinx the cat would stare down at him from her perch on the top of the fence, meowing every so often for a bit of attention and a quick chin scratch. Henry had seen the messages on the news urging people ...

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“Listen” by Sam Fisher

Submitted to Contest #37

"Listen," she said, one manicured hand on her hip, the other gesturing at each of the ladies in turn. "I'm not saying it's true, and it's definitely not coming from me, but I've heard from a few of my sources that he's a bit of a weirdo. It’s not new information. People have been talking about him for years."They hung on every word that followed, eyes widening with each snippet of juicy gossip. Emily let out a little gasp on hearing the final sentence and quickly retrieved the chain handle of her handbag from the back of the dining chair.&nb...

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“He's still here” by Sam Fisher

Submitted to Contest #34

He’s still here. I don’t understand what’s going on or why this is happening and I don’t care because he’s still here. Oh my goodness, maybe this means he’s staying forever. That would be my favourite thing.He’s spending a lot of time on the phone and the computer and the news is on for most of the day, even when he’s not really watching it. Maybe something is going on. But I don’t care because he’s still here.There’s a very large bag of my food in the pantry. I hope it’s all for me. We’re only going for one walk a day, sometimes in the...

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“Bad Hair Day” by Sam Fisher

Submitted to Contest #33

On Wednesday mornings Margaret went to Curl Up and Dye for her weekly wash and set. Margaret’s usual cup of tea was always waiting for her, a mini jammie dodger perched on the saucer. Margaret never ate the mini jammie dodger. Bad for the dentures. Pamela would greet her with the usual lipstick-stained smile and take Margaret’s coat. Gesture to the row of pleather chairs lined up in front of the row of spray-mottled mirrors. Every week the same rigmarole. It was becoming a bit of a nuisance. Pamela always made a big song and dance about...

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Author bio

I'm attempting to write my first novel, currently at around the halfway point and having some trouble with writer's block. I'm trying to stay creative until my inspiration comes back, so writing a couple of short stories each week is a great way to keep busy! I live in London with my husband where I eat a lot of pizza and buy a lot of shoes.