Steven Green

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Aug, 2020

Stories (7)

7 Stories

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“Domestic Bliss” by Steven Green

Submitted to Contest #139

TRIGGER WARNING : This story contains descriptions of domestic abuse,in all its forms,from the beginning and throughout. February 12 Another day wearing sunglasses to the supermarket.The staff must think me pretentious,with delusions of being a movie star…or perhaps they see me for exactly what I am. I don’t know how much longer I can put up with this…is the lie I tell myself every day of my life.I know I’ll put up with this until the day one of us is carried out in a box. February 14 Valentine’s Day! It was impossible to move fo...

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“I Wish I Had a River” by Steven Green

Submitted to Contest #119

“Listen...” Mum grinned at me as she prepared to launch into her oft-repeated anecdote of my greatest embarrassment which simultaneously provided my sweetest memory of childhood: My parents,in addition to being two of the sweetest people on the planet,were naturists whose commitment to the cause of clothes-free living bordered on the fanatical.There was rarely a weekend or summer weekday when our doughty family caravan wasn’t parked in a field surrounded by similar vehicles,each of which had spilling from them naked people of all ages...

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“Like Safety and Home” by Steven Green

Submitted to Contest #81

“Hey,baby,” Emily opened the front door and moved in to give her girlfriend a kiss.She was surprised that Regan,usually so reticent in public,reciprocated with ardour. “I did it,” said Regan once the door was closed. “I did it.I told my parents.” “Oh,my baby,” shrieked Emily. “You’re so brave.I love you.” “I didn’t feel so brave.I’ve chickened out so many times and I thought here I go again,letting you down.” “No,you could never...” “The strangest thing happened.My little brother came into my room without knocking,as usual,and I was about to...

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“A Different Path” by Steven Green

Submitted to Contest #65

Emily had been frightened of the woods even when she was alive. It was now ten months since she’d been brought here by her father,crying and screaming for her mummy.He’d been calling her the cruellest,most horrible names,half carrying her,half dragging her across the forest floor,scratching her arms and legs as they went. When they’d come to a halt he put his hands around her neck.She remembered how big they were,how rough they seemed.She recalled how he couldn’t look at her face. She’d fallen asleep after that.When she woke up she saw her...

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“Waking Up To Ash And Dust” by Steven Green

Submitted to Contest #60

Yui gazed through the window as the sky began its transition from black to a murky shade of grey.That which was illuminated was scarcely worth seeing.The entire world,at least her portion of it, was nothing but ash and destruction. She sensed the black dog of her despair begin its familiar encroachment,but  fought it off by turning her scrutiny from the dismal view of the street back to her bed or,more specifically,the person snuggled within it. Lying there was the girl who was not only the love of her life,but the sole reason for conti...

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“Going Down” by Steven Green

Submitted to Contest #58

This was a situation he’d seen depicted in everything from horror movies to the cheesiest sitcom,but he’d never expected to encounter it in real life. The lift had juddered to a halt exactly six minutes ago,long enough for him to intuit that this state of affairs might take a while to be resolved.He’d been hoping to hear a voice,that’s what happened on tv.A police officer,a firefighter or a grizzled security guard,working out his last week before retirement,speaking in a comforting tone,assuring them that help was on the horizon and,in ...

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“The Sunshine On Your Face” by Steven Green

Submitted to Contest #56

Trigger warning: child abuse   When you’re five years old the door to the headteacher’s office resembles more the portcullis of a Medieval castle than a worn and faded lump of wood separating you from a kindly old woman enjoying her last few months surrounded by her beloved students before embarking on a well earned retirement.   Chloe and Kirsty sat on opposite sides of the corridor,flanked by their parents,waiting to be summoned.They steadfastly refused to look at each other,but couldn’t resist a fleeting glance if they sensed th...

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