Stephanie Stevens

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Feb, 2023

Stories (5)

5 Stories

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“ Sinead's Baptism of Fire.” by Stephanie Stevens

Submitted to Contest #211

This story reflects the moral code of the Roman Catholic Church in 19th Centry Ireland and of how women were treated by men in that era. Italics represent Gaelic speech, which include a couple of Gaelic swear words. The peat in the large fireplace where a kettle dangled over the flames flickered red and gold. Candlelight flickered on the windowsill and the bone-white wooden table. The mingling light gave the room a warm soft glow. Padraig and Dermot, Sinead's brothers played checkers on a worn board. ‘Likely Da’s filling his belly with...

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“Brothers-in Arms” by Stephanie Stevens

Submitted to Contest #192

Brothers-in Arms Fresh-faced, with smooth skin and eager eyes, the graduands’ white-covered caps conceal their thoughts. ‘What lies beneath those caps,’ I wondered? ‘Minds full of burning fervency to serve their country, perhaps.’ In their wildest imagining, they could not perceive the hell my generation met. A nightmare of death and destruction like the world had never known and may never know again. It felt like a lifetime ago, but it was only yesterday. In May 1940, when I graduated, we raw ...

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“Snowdream” by Stephanie Stevens

Submitted to Contest #190

Snowdream A benevolent King and his wife, the Queen Consort, reigned in a far country. But the Queen died from a mysterious illness. Their daughter, Princess Snowdream, was blessed with great beauty of sleek raven hair, violet eyes and a heart-shaped face. The young woman also had a gentle, caring nature. She spent many hours working in a shelter for the homeless and returned as dusk fell. Her limbs were heavy but her heart light. The King’s subjects admired her, cheering as she passed by. &nbs...

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“The Two Faces of Nick” by Stephanie Stevens

Submitted to Contest #189

Beware: This story contains substance abuse and phyical abuse.The Two Faces of Nick.It was terribly cold. Snow was falling, and it was almost dark when I got out of the cab at my hotel. I looked up at the mountain, shrouded in a thick white veil like the one I wore on my wedding day. A gust of wind caused thick snowflakes to stick to my face. But I did not heed their stinging touch for they hid the tears glistening unchecked on my lashes. Oh, how had I been so blind? &nbs...

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“Miracles Happen” by Stephanie Stevens

Submitted to Contest #188

Miracles happen.The daffodils bloomed before the snowdrops fell this year, making the churchyard a veritable carpet of yellow. However, in late March,primroses blossomed among the graves, and some late daffodils put theirdelicate heads on the northern facade of the church. Together they replenish the yellow hues in time for Easter. On Good Friday morning, I turn my face to the sun. The weather is unseasonably warm, and the sun’s golden rays reach the rich earth, encouraging growing plants to bud forth. Birds twitter in the trees, nesting, wh...

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Author bio

I am a new writer with a Master's Degree in Creative Writing (online) from Hull University in the UK. I have covid to thank for this, for enforced lockdown pushed me to do something I has wanted to do since I was a child-write. A grandmother to four boys I shall be 74 next month and debut novel is currently being edited.