Wendy M

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jun, 2022

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“How Do You Like Your Toast In The Morning?” by Wendy M

     Speed dating was just not Carole's thing. Not that she had tried it, but the thought horrified her.      How do you get to know someone in eight minutes? She wondered, but when her sister, Louise, suggested it after her eleventh failed date, she decided she had nothing to lose. Carole knew she was an attractive woman; her thick, brunette hair in its stylish bob suited her heart-shaped face. Her skin ...

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“ You're Just So Intolerant” by Wendy M

Content warning: this story contains allergens!"I've thought about it, and it's chocolate.""Well that sounds good to me. Thought about what?""What you asked me earlier. Chocolate, it's a universal panacea.""I didn't ask 'what?' is a universal panacea. I asked 'what is?' a universal panacea. It's all in the inflection and the emphasis.""Oh, well you obviously inflected in the wrong place. That's so you. Nice pyjamas by the way. Are you comfy?"...

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“Mother knows best?” by Wendy M

"Beware the Ides Of March," I told him. I'm sure I told him more than once, but did he listen? My mother said that morning, "You want to be careful, my girl. Giving out messages of doom is going to get you into trouble. You mark my words!" "Mother, it's a job," I told her as I wrapped myself in a warm cloak. "You said get yourself a job with a future. Well, I get lots of futures every day....

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“The Sands of Time” by Wendy M

"I am your God and you shall worship me." He stared at his people balefully, this beautiful Abyssinian tyrant. None dared to disobey his wishes, afraid of the curse those vivid green eyes might level upon them. The people watched, quivering, apprehensive as the last stone rolled into place. Their God walked amongst them and had driven them hard. He ruled their ancestors for millennia, and ...

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“Building A Dream” by Wendy M

     It had been his first substantial commission, designing the Bedford Hills Hotel, over 40 years ago. Like a gigantic wedding cake: sixteen layers of pure delight, and now he owned a slice. The top slice; the icing on the cake. "With a cherry on," he thought. They had named it 'The Robert Barrington Suite'. He was so proud of his namesake. For the last 20 years, he was the principal architect, then s...

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Author bio

First-time novelist, about to start the editing process and discover all the typos, poor grammar, and sentences that run on, and on, and on! UK based. You can join my writing journey at https://www.facebook.com/groups/1264304540643391/