Simone J Fry

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Dec, 2021

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“Journey of Nimble” by Simone J Fry

Submitted to Contest #189

“I’ve got just the one for you love, a very rare find indeed. It’s waiting out the back to be taken home!” And with that the old lady tapped me on the head with a wooden stick and jumped with a light spring off the chair.I followed her through the den like “shop”, passing in between shelves, tightly packed from floor to ceiling with books, thousands of books, colourful and beautifully arranged! She led me behind a velvety curtain to a softly lit room, containing a small round table, a tall set of bookshelves and a ladder.“It...

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“The Calling ” by Simone J Fry

Submitted to Contest #187

Shabby, dirty, wretched, tabby creature won’t let me be.It had been following me since before dark morphed into dawn. I caught its creepy white eyes glowing from behind a tree, its wild dusty fur ruffled like a weedy lawn, as I ran past it with my head torch on. Now it is bounding and weaving a few meters ahead, down through the open grasses, and juniper shrubs. It stops, turns every few minutes to make sure I’m still behind. We were on the path not long ago. Like a spell it led me off the beaten track. How? And more to the point w...

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“The One Star Review Which Changed the Life of Peter Zensky” by Simone J Fry

Submitted to Contest #141

“THE SHADOW OF THE MOORS *Benedict Cumberbatch stars as an elderly man, who likes to roam around wearing a grizzly bear costume -his alter ego- in this shambolic melodrama set in the Yorkshire Moors. Peter Zensky, who both wrote and directed his “years in the making debut play,” deserves an accolade for “this century’s worst theatrical production,” according to chief executive of the English Arts Council. Ideals of what make “proper”...

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“Time to Grow Up! ” by Simone J Fry

Submitted to Contest #139

“Grow up Petra. It's about time to grow up, and become emotionally mature, or you’ll continue to whither and crumble like dried fragile rose petals,” is the last thing he said to me. Can you believe it?! The cheek! What does he think he is, a poet?! Who does he think he’s talking too? I’m 47! He’s 30! I’m old enough to be his mother, almost. Literally speaking I AM OLD enough to be his mother!Perched on the edge of his sickly green couch, I dug my fingernails into its soft corduroy, and starting with a violent simmer, be...

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Author bio

UK based. Here to read, to write, to share, to learn... Experimenting, exploring, trying to tie the ends together for a short story...