Valerie Preston

Author on Reedsy Prompts since May, 2020

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“We Feel Things Too You Know” by Valerie Preston

“And he even washes the floor for me, AND I do believe the cat and dog” she gushed to her circle of friends, their pouting mouths ‘oohing’ and ‘aahhing’ about the latest edition to the family. “And guess what? It’s got a name! She continued looking at her amazed friends faces, adding “I will give a bottle of red to the person who guesses its name”. Meanwhile down on the floor the piece of equipment responsi...

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“Different Is Good” by Valerie Preston

I’d missed the last bus home from the club. I saw him in the park. It was very dark and frankly I felt a little scared. One minute the person was not that far away and the next whoever it was seemed to disappear. It was as if they felt me watching so scurried off – they were carrying something too. The only weapon I had to protect myself, if needed was my saxophone. Housed in its black case I gripped the ...

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“Demoliotin Doesn't Erase Memories” by Valerie Preston

The noise was deafening. Dust rose into the air, huge clouds as if suspended by invisible string, gradually dispersing high above the trees and houses dotted sparsely along the road. The area was cordoned off with steel mesh fences but you could still peer through the gaps - enough to see what was going on. She had parked her car across the other side of the road to watch the building being taken apart by ...

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“It's All Fake” by Valerie Preston

‘Now this is the kind of place I want’ she said to herself eyeing the modern two story house like a green eyed monster. ‘Look at the finish on it – it’s perfect. I love the shutters on the front windows. The immaculate garden with those large ornate pots on the wide veranda - just to die for! I could sit here all day’. Then she looked at her watch and realised that she couldn’t sit here for a minute longer or she...

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“I Changed My Look and It Changed My Life” by Valerie Preston

I always wanted to be different to who I was, to dress wildly, ‘out there’ attracting attention. But unfortunately when you’re born into the family I was then that’s not possible. My family are rich – well that is an under-statement to be honest – they are super rich. When your father owns a bank which before him his father owned and passed down, then money is no object. I lived in a luxurious house with my...

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“Clouds Tell the Best Stories” by Valerie Preston

White and Fluffy, Big and Puffy, Like Cottonwool. They look so full. On my back I lay, On a sunny day, Come back I cry As the clouds float by. “What was that?” he asked half laughing. “I wrote that when I was in Grade three and recited it at the school assembly”. “Any you still remember it?” he asked quite surprised. “I remember you doing that” ...

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“Constructive Criticism” by Valerie Preston

“I remember when I was your age I had to make the dinner and not complain about it”. “I bet you didn’t make the dinner when you were nine Grandma” said Johnathon disbelievingly. “Johnathon I did” said his Grandma, thinking back to when at his age she was capable of cooking dinner for the family while this boy in front of her had trouble toasting a piece of bread! “Gran, do you think I am useless?” he...

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“Time For A Change” by Valerie Preston

She couldn’t make up her mind as to what to do with them. It had been long enough since the death of her beloved husband for her to feel strong enough to sort out a few things and move on. Of course he was the love of her life and they had many years together but she couldn’t be sad any longer – it was time to find new things to do, grow and flourish….’goodness only knows how much time I have left on this ...

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“From Darkness To Light Again” by Valerie Preston

“I know she has to go but I don’t want her to” she wiped her tears with the back of her hand. “Here” he said quietly thrusting a couple of tissues towards her, “dry your eyes”. She took the bundle of soft white paper, dried her eyes and blew her nose. She could hardly breathe. “You know we’re on the same page with this” he told her taking hold of her hand and looking deep into her eyes. ‘Yes I...

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“Never Judge a Book” by Valerie Preston

There is always someone who gets picked on in life. When I was at school it was Jeremy Longbottom. He was a mountain of a guy, ginger hair and freckles. His teeth stuck out way beyond his lip and consequently he couldn’t pronounce his ‘L’s so if you asked him to say ‘lovely lollies’ he would end up saying ‘wovely wallies’…much to the amusement of all the kids gathered around, who found it extremely funny no matt...

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“Give It One Last Try” by Valerie Preston

My admiration for my gran only grew as I got older. She was known in the family as a tough old boot, a lovable character who called a spade a spade, but would help anyone who needed it. She grew up in England, in the country, one of nine children. Her mother was a seamstress and her father a labourer. Even when Gran’s dad went off to war, Gran’s mum still worked when she could. Of course her service...

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“The Super Scare was Just What I Needed” by Valerie Preston

I wanted to be brave, with the thought of danger, being just that, a mere thought but I was just the opposite.  I was brave in events that didn’t involve heights, ledges, confined spaces, strangers, crowds and anything new I had to start. I was brave about spiders too. What actually is ‘being brave? There are the people who have to be brave for a living, firemen, policemen (and women), soldiers and sometime...

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“My Baby Brother Runs Away From Me and I Chase Him Laughing and Falling Over in the Grass” by Valerie Preston

Like a reel of film playing in my mind, it just goes on and on. It seems to be in sequence but not everything is showing on screen. I’m back to being a little girl and my whole life is before me – like a story book where only the first few pages have been read. I had a good childhood. My baby brother runs away from me and I chase him laughing and falling over in the grass. “Come on you two” mother sh...

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“Are You Listening to Me God” by Valerie Preston

“Are you there God? It’s me Jo. I need your help and I’ve asked you so many times. Do you hear me now, do you ever hear me? Or do you just ignore me like everyone else?” She sat upright on the old wooden pew. The familiar smell of wood somehow seemed to settle her. It reminded her of childhood times when she would go over to see her Grandma, the only person she could truly trust and open up to.  Walking in throug...

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“What IS in a name AND a little box” by Valerie Preston

I couldn’t wait to escape from the office. I watched the big hand hit the twelve; the small hand was between the five and six. I almost sprinted towards the door. Shouting goodbye to the only person I really connected to in the building I rushed through the double glass doors – spotlessly sparkling as usual – and reached my car in record time. As I went to shut the car door I looked down as something caught...

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