Vid Weeks

Author on Reedsy Prompts since May, 2023

Stories (13)

13 Stories

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“Leaving” by Vid Weeks

Submitted to Contest #255

“I’m an ant.”“You mean, you feel insignificant?”“I mean nobody will mind if I get stepped on.”“I don’t believe that. You have friends, they’d miss you. I’d miss you.”The sky, the colour of pewter, has been spitting a drizzling rain for a few minutes. Tina watches droplets run down the window. I allow her space. We sit in silence for a few minutes as rivulets of water cut through the grey grime.She turns her head toward me, but as usual, doesn’t meet my eyes. “Only cos you want to sleep with me.”“Tina, I know you’re not going to sleep with me...

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“I will” by Vid Weeks

Submitted to Contest #253

The smell of the dew washed trees in Soho Square reminded Asja of home. She pulled her coat tight to her neck and clacked steadily across the road. Slow, calm, stately, she told herself. No hurrying, no sweating.She smiled at the mock Tudor hut in the square. Was it mock? Perhaps not. London was funny; even at this time of the morning. She stopped, frozen as a black fox ran across her path just a few yards ahead. He glanced sideways meeting her eyes. He held a chicken leg lightly in his mouth. A treat for the cubs? He sped round the cor...

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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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“Sat Nav (noun. Abv. feminine)” by Vid Weeks

Submitted to Contest #249

I trudge up Pentonville Road to the car hire place. Breathing hard from the climb, unfit, God I need to do some sort of exercise. I stayed fit giging, I don’t do anything now. I always hire the smallest car and they always upgrade me. Today is no exception.“If you’d like to pay just a few pounds more we can upgrade you to a BMW Series 1”“No thanks, I can’t tell the difference between a cardboard box and a Ferrari, I just want a cheap car.” I wait for ages, fidgeting and increasingly worried I won’t get to the airport on time. Which is ...

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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 ...

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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 y...

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“Friends ” by Vid Weeks

Submitted to Contest #221

Although it may seem evident, I feel I must inform you, my reader, that my death was a particularly vexing time of my short life. I had always been a poorly child so it surprised none of my family or acquaintances that I should go to an early grave. It was an additional source of consternation to myself that my transition to the afterlife was not satisfactorily completed to my expectations.I was in life, despite the difficulties of my health, a successful woman. I feel pride in this and believe I may be proud without being vain. Pr...

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“A Hundred Cows” by Vid Weeks

Submitted to Contest #218

Her childhood tasted of salt. If she sucked her hair, if she licked her finger, there was always the remains of saltwater or sweat, often both. It had a hint of seaweed rotting on the strand and the sweet scent of the pine trees drifting down against the wind which slowly swept the waves into the cove. They named her Tone. She had the bright cornflower eyes of her mother. Hair like yellow gold. She was thirteen an...

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“Dear John” by Vid Weeks

Submitted to Contest #212

London Aug 17th Dear JohnYou asked in your last letter why Ireland and its lore was so important to me. I, after all, have a tenuous connection to Ireland. My great grand mother hardly shaped me as an individual. I never grew up there. Yet in a way I do feel it in my DNA. I was tested in fact and am one third Irish according to my mitochondria. I am told I have the twinkly eyes of the Irish, the proclivity to rise to a fight and the committed desire to pursue activities I will feel ashamed of the next morning...

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“Great Aunt Eva” by Vid Weeks

Submitted to Contest #211

It’s funny what you remember from your childhood. I certainly remember starchy, ancient Great Aunt Eva. I was always surprised we called her Eva; Her name was, after all, Evangeline and formality followed her, closely, at a trot, wherever she went. My first memory of her was at her door. She was quietly but firmly berating her maid who had transgressed some vital social code by answering my aunt’s door with her ...

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“We are not alone” by Vid Weeks

Submitted to Contest #210

Jen turned the early evening news off, tossed the controller onto the cushions and got up from the sofa. It left the room lit by street lights. “Why did you turn it off?” “They don’t know anything. All those heads getting paid to tell us what they don’t know yet, again and again.” Tim followed her toward the kitchen. “Don’t you get it? It’s like Christ getting up for Easter eggs is to your Ch...

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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 ...

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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. If you want to read my stories, I recommend starting with 'The man in the box', 'Dogs, rabbits and bears' and 'Bargirl'. Happy writing everyone.