Sandra Moody

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jan, 2025

Stories (6)

6 Stories

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“Timeless Castles and Dreams” by Sandra Moody

Submitted to Contest #291

There is nothing more beautiful than a child’s dream, a dream of a place where love never dies, a place of sunshine and goodness. And kind Ms. Linville knew for certain, there are never dreams that cannot be. ***Sophie dashes up the street, dodges a flower vendor, jumps an open sewer ditch, and runs through a cluster of empty chairs spilling out over the sidewalk from a street café. She hears the street cries, a symphony of sing-song chants, a music box of sound, calling: cat meat, herring, second-hand clothing, kitchen utensils, pots t...

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“Elvis: A Story of Love and Loss” by Sandra Moody

Submitted to Contest #290

Della wished to die at home surrounded by her husband, family, and friends. In those days, Della and Tom gazed proudly on their five daughters. But every once in a while, they would remind each other of their one son, Elvis. And there would not have been Elvis if it wasn’t for Aspen, the youngest of the five. May was the picture perfect time of year in North Idaho. Purple lupines blanketed the high canyon walls. Grass, lemon green, sprouted lush from last year’s dead growth. The sun rode high in a bright, azure sky, and spring fever lod...

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“To Take Us Lands Away” by Sandra Moody

Submitted to Contest #289

The room is unfamiliar. I don’t know how I got here. Then I spot my friend, Dora. “Hey, Dora! What’s going on? Weren’t you just sitting by me in Ms. Linville’s geography class?”“Oh my gosh, I can’t believe this is true. I-I think we are really here!” “It’s like she said, if you really learn about stuff, it can be like you’re actually there!” Nine-o-five and the torrent poured through the door: the gangly, good, the garrulous, the stout, the strong, the shy, the overdressed and underdressed. Backpack bearers all, jostling, pushing, and prod...

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“Raina ” by Sandra Moody

Submitted to Contest #288

Raina That afternoon a fog set in. I stepped out warily down the front steps and felt the light drizzle on my face and arms, steady, silent, and soft. The air was heavy with moisture—like me, I thought, heavy with child. I was home these days, feeling the calmness and quiet of waiting. It was only two days after due date when I realized labor had started. With excitement, I added the last things to a suitcase I had prepared weeks before. Girl or boy? We had wanted to be surprised. Not knowing, I had packed two perfect sets of baby cloth...

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“Real Love” by Sandra Moody

Submitted to Contest #287

The headlights of John’s Buick swung into the driveway at 6:30 p.m. He checked the number—207. He had heard of people who, confused, had walked straight into someone else’s identical house. He would be sure not to make that mistake. He stamped the light snow off his work boots. It had been a busy day—speed had picked up, but John’s team was efficient. House construction had been broken down into twenty-seven steps; each step required a team of men that was perfectly trained and fast. John was already manager of the stud walls—his team’s spec...

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“The Toothbrush Saga” by Sandra Moody

Submitted to Contest #287

“Moooommmmmm!” “Be right with you, honey. I’m just getting Ruby unbundled.” “Wheeeeee!” Tristan, the three-year-old, wiggles out of his snowsuit and bounces on the couch. “Mom, can Raina quit screaming?” says Vincent, the bookish one in fourth grade. “Tristan, quit jumping like that! You’re going to fall again… Vincent, just go chill in your room, won’t you?” “But mom, it’s too loud in here,” Vincent says, as if quiet came with a magic wand.“Hey, Eddie boy, you have a good day?” Edwin snuggles up against my leg looking for a...

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Author bio

I'm a middle school teacher and mom of 5. New to writing but always wanted to give it a try!