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Sorcha Wilde

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Apr, 2020

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Ghost

Submitted to Contest #107

Content warning: suicide Ghost.You made me into a fucking ghost, didn’t you?Shameless. You ungrateful fuck, after everything I gave you, all those hours, all my love, all my attention and affection and sincerity, I gave you my body and mind, and worst of all, my fucking heart, yet on a whim you so glibly chose to make me disappear from your life, to toss all the precious things I gave you away like they were nothing at all, like I was nothing at all, a worthless bitch, not a life partner but a meaningless one-night stand, not the woman who l...

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Speaker for Humanity

Submitted to Contest #106

First came the illness; the electromagnetic pulse only crackpots believed was coming soon followed. And the earth fell silent, silent with death, with the near-simultaneous obliteration of humankind’s technology and its voice, all wrought by man’s own hand, by the initiation of another senseless and avoidable war by nations who had grown tired of talk, whose people bayed for blood and marched for action.Silence prevailed, brought about a dark night of the soul for humanity, a humanity accustomed to loudly and proudly expressing opinions, con...

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Salt and Chocolate

Submitted to Contest #104

Mon petit loup. My little wolf. That is what I have always called you. I cannot remember when I last used your real name. Silly, a diminutive like that for a big fellow like you.I gave you this nickname because you seemed so harmless, so gregarious. Sweet and playful on the outside, with all the loyalty and affection of a puppy. Wolf cubs look much like puppies, don’t they? Hard to distinguish these wild predators from well-trained little pets.In time, I saw you for what you were, wolf, liked how easily you kept your inner predator under con...

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Mother Knows Best

Submitted to Contest #103

1 JanuaryI remember putting your photograph carefully back in its frame, I remember leaving, the injection, nothing much else.They told me, when I came round, that you had to bring me back here because I’ve been imagining things again.I felt sure I spoke no words at all, mother, but you were good enough to explain the whole dreadful scene to the doctors, to tell them all the odd things I’ve been saying, how I imagined there was something written on the back of that picture, my own name indeed.How typical that was of me, of the ridiculous and...

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The Wardrobe

Submitted to Contest #102

TW: abuse Three cardinal rules were broken that day in my grandmother's playroom.   1.     It's only a game if everyone's having fun. 2.     It's only funny if everyone's laughing. 3.     Pick on someone your own size.   I was tried for my crimes in a kangaroo court. Everything the judge said was true, except when she said I was lying. I was not, though I was held in contempt for it, for shouting in protest that it wasn’t my fault.   My plea of self-def...

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Magic Like Zizou

Shortlisted for Contest #101 ⭐️

CW: substance abuse Our communication was laborious: a labour of love. He didn’t speak my language, nor I his. Neither of us fully mastered our third, French, the one we shared. Our earliest conversations, then, were exceptionally banal, little more than names and nodding. We established a common love of football, listed teams, national and international, the names of players, deduced which ones we both liked. Henry. Barthez. Schmeichel. Cantona. “Zizou.” He said the name like it was a magic word, and I responded, slowly, nodding with the sa...

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