Vickie Holt

Author on Reedsy Prompts since May, 2020

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“The Princess of Feathers and Magic.” by Vickie Holt

Harper looked out across the battle field and wiped off the mud and magic from her face. The center was holding. The front line looked strong and it appeared they were finishing the last of the brigade that decided to try and get past them by brute force. The left flank was failing. They couldn’t keep up much longer under the pressure of the Lenti army. Her Harpies have been out here since dawn and they haven’t gained any ground. The left flank needed reinforced and the line reformed. She grabbed a shield off the Lenti soldier she just felle...

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“The Untold Truth.” by Vickie Holt

“Whatever you have to say to me I can take it. Just tell me what is going on,” I begged.My sister sat down her phone and looked at me like my dog just died. I could sense that there was something serious plaguing her.“I do have something to tell you and before I do I need you to know that I did have a reason back then for keeping it from you.”“Okay, I understand, please go on,” I said as I felt a stone hit the rock bottom of my stomach.“Do you remember when your older sister was claiming that Dad was abusing her? That he touched her inapprop...

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“A Sister's Conflict.” by Vickie Holt

Submitted to Contest #285

“Valerie you will never believe what Mabel did to me yesterday!”“Hold on let me put the phone down for a minute and grab a glass of water. Something tells me we are going to be on the phone for a while.”“Okay, but hurry up, I’m so steamed! Curse these darn phone cords, they really need to make them longer.”“I’m back Sister, go ahead and tell me what Mabel did this time.”“She came into the middle of the room, in front of God and everyone, and screeched at me.”“Why did she do that sister?”“At first I had no idea, it wasn’t until later I found ...

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“The Lonely Christmas Birthday.” by Vickie Holt

Submitted to Contest #284

Erin stood at the empty front door and gazed at the dimly lit porch swing. In a wave of memories, her sister's smiling faces gazed at her while they gently pushed the swing back and forth. If she closed her eyes she could still hear them laughing. Everyone gathered together, on the front porch of all places, to play a game of spoons. Her sisters, Jean and Leigh, were relentless. She could feel a phantom ache in her right hand from trying to pull that stupid metal spoon out of one of their hands. A chilly gust of wind brought her back to the ...

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Author bio

I'm just a 40 year old Mom and Wife. I love reading and writing. I use it as a creative outlet to help with stress from my 9-5. I work at 9-1-1 in south central Kansas, USA.