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Teri Woolley

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Nov, 2020

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Killer Summer

Teri Woolley

Submitted to Contest #314

IT WAS the hottest day of the year, and he walked the line between sanity and desire as he cruised down Michigan Avenue. The girls here were good for a quick thrill, but his mate, his property, was not among them. No, he would continue to look for her. She would come to him as she always did, and they would dance. She would scream and he would feel his pulse soar. Soon. The heat made him feel empowered. And it was going to last for a week. So, he hunted. The Cedar Cove killer would never be caught. He was too careful. No, this was his territ...

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The Other Side

Teri Woolley

It was July in Michigan and on this particular day it was hot. So hot the pavement scorched bare feet, and bicycle tires deflated as if surrendering from the field of play battle before the day was started. It was the early sixties and Laura and Carla’s family moved to Mason Street. A girl named Georgie was the leader of all the kids on the block, riding her bike and taking charge of playtime. The other kids, being younger and impressed by someone marginally older, did whatever Georgie said. Laura, hanging out at their next-door neighbor’s b...

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Late One Night

Teri Woolley

Submitted to Contest #311

“Tony, wake up.” Dad stood by the bunkbed peering at me. I had the top bunk since I was the oldest and got to choose. Who wouldn’t choose the top bunk. Any self-respecting fifteen-year-old would always choose the top bunk. I pushed myself up and pushed my long black hair back away from my sweaty face. If you lived in Michigan, August meant hot and humid weather both day and night. My brown eyes were misty with sleep, and I blinked them several times to clear the fog. I was thin then, skinny and long limbed. I also hadn’t come into my girlish...

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Finding Hope

Teri Woolley

Submitted to Contest #309

WHEN DEATH came to the world of Eldreanon it wrapped its dark tendrils around love and strangled it into powder. Love existed as the moon lives overhead and shines its light into the darkness. But on this night the moon had turned away and now Jonah lay dead and cold on the forest floor. His was the first unnatural death in over a millennium, and the dark form standing over him hissed out a long inhuman laugh. “Now isss the time,” it intoned as if reading from a unholy tome, “and now we begin.” The figure dissolved into mist and floated ove...

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