Vid Weeks

Author on Reedsy Prompts since May, 2023

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“Story” by Vid Weeks

Submitted to Contest #280

“Siofra?” “Yep, silk and good sex turned her into a heathen slut.”The abbot watched him dipping bread into his soup, with dirty nails. He checked the adjacent tables but saw no one paying them any attention. The place was full of travellers, not many locals came here. Why did this awful man choose this tavern?  He scrubbed his spoon with his kerchief till it resembled something clean. “Siofra? The daughter of Danand, Siofra.““Yep, a heathen slut now. As far as I can tell.” He spoke with his mouth full of bread. Wielding his spoon l...

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“Sacrifice ” by Vid Weeks

Submitted to Contest #263

This is an adult story, with language and content which may offend those easily offended. I can remember the sparkles. Sunshine on water. At the river, that warm day in late spring. I remember the droplets on her skin and I remember her eyes. Her huge childlike eyes, deep brown and clear and innocent. Still unaware of her beauty, a child. Her perfect sun kissed legs. I couldn’t keep my eyes off her. I thought, how long do I have, how long will it take her to finish her drink, lips pouting round the rim? I didn’t want it to end. A face like o...

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“Animated” by Vid Weeks

Submitted to Contest #250

After the July sun outside my eyes were winding in their lens to acclimatise to the dim hallway. He motioned with a finger toward the dark semi-circular table next to the front door.“I expect your phone needs charging, you can leave it here, put it on this table.” Tony lifted a finger to his lips and glanced quickly back to the house.“Do you have anything else? Laptop, any other phones? Voice recorder, anything?” he asked in a whisper.I guess he didn’t see my shake of the head and shrug in the gloom. He stood waiting for a response.“No, noth...

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“Lucy” by Vid Weeks

Submitted to Contest #238

“So, what’s going on? Helen told me you were going to the middle east or something.” “Yes, I’ve been called,” she said, with that warm but shy smile as if she was admitting a crush. Its Lucy’s smile I remember. She wasn’t beautiful really but her face drew your eyes to it. Strong straight eyebrows and a pixie nose. Her mouth was a bit crooked and more so when she smiled. “Called, what do you mean?” “I’ve been called by God.” “Are you ready to order.” I absent mindedly waved the waitress away. “Oh, sorry, could we have a couple of minutes pl...

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“Dogs, rabbits and bears” by Vid Weeks

Submitted to Contest #235

I’m pushing up Huddleston Road. It’s a hard climb. I’m into my second mile. I push till the toxins build up and it burns. Burns bad, hurts; My body is pouring acid on my muscles. It’s telling me to stop. I ignore it. It scares me that I like the pain now. I look forward to it. I know the others burn too, but I’m tougher. I like the hills. The hills pays the bills, they say and I always push going down, no free rides. Let’s face it, it’s the only thing I’m good at. I am good at running long and hard. I’ve been on the cross country team sinc...

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“Bargirl” by Vid Weeks

Submitted to Contest #224

Turning into Soi Cowboy is a full out assault on the senses. You leave the stink of noisy tuk-tuk traffic fumes and it’s replaced by hot oil cooking chili-flavoured street food. Its stirred together with beer and perfume with an undercurrent of sweat. The light of the coloured neon flickers across the bare skin of a host of girls. Rainbow tinged shoulders and stomachs and thighs. A thousand people chatter and the girls call out constantly.“You come with me? Show you good time.”Pay them any attention and they grab your hand, hit you...

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“The man in the box” by Vid Weeks

Submitted to Contest #205

I saw him dead. In the hospital. “Are you a relative?” the nurse asked and I lied, “yes, I’m his Granddaughter.” The nurse asked me to wait. There was no one else waiting. The hospital smelt of sadness and less savoury things. Despite there being no sun inside everything was a bit faded. The walls, the sheets, the people. It was too hot and I could hear people coughing. I waited a long while. I was calm when someone arrived to talk to me, almost bored. In a haze I remember listening as the ‘someone,’ who wore a white coat, explained ...

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Author bio

vidweeks.co.uk Currently Working on a collection of YA short stories. I'm also working more on 'Writers Playground' and 'Deadlines for writers,' so sorry if I'm not here so often. Happy writing everyone.