Niamh O'Dea

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Mar, 2024

Stories (4)

4 Stories

299 karma pts

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“Lion's Share” by Niamh O'Dea

Submitted to Contest #250

Jen placed a beaded crown on her head and stepped back to take herself in. The gemstones draped haphazardly down her forehead and flowed like a waterfall down the back of her gently waved hair. Her diaphanous dress spiderwebbed across her curvy body showing off her thick, strong legs, rounded tummy and perky nipples. A pair of skimpy shorts that just about covered her bottom show through the gauzy fabric. She rubbed her hands over the waves of her body and smiled. She used to hate this very same body. He made her hate it. He’d point ou...

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“Silent Kay” by Niamh O'Dea

Submitted to Contest #247

I walked into Yvonne’s dusky kitchen and found her stooped in meditation over her puzzle magazine. I was bloated and hungover from too much sleep and clumsily walked to her side, throwing a fright into her. “I’m going home today”, I said, my voice breaking its fast. “Ah no, a few more days. You’re not sick of us yet,” my sister croaked, her first sounds of the day. She pulled herself up, steadied, and headed for the kettle. “I’ve been sick of you for 46 years,” sitting down, allowing her to wait on me one more time. It had been two weeks sin...

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“Bird Shelf” by Niamh O'Dea

Submitted to Contest #243

Magda rubbed her huge belly as she looked out the round window of her apartment. Well, fuck it, she muttered when she saw the unscathed birdseed on the clear shelf. She looked across at Technon House, a veritable aviary of birdlife flitted around the thousands of apartment windows. Same seed, same seed shelves as her’s. Try not to take that one personally.She jabbed at the Murphy button beside her bed petulantly and as her bedroom folded up, crumbs on the kitchen floor were revealed. Dinner muffin from the night before. She gathered some up ...

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“Do Not Touch ” by Niamh O'Dea

🏆 Winner of Contest #242

Jen lived by the unwritten rules of being single but wanting a child. Don’t look at children. Don’t engage with children. Don’t talk about children. Don’t let other people talk about their children. And don’t, for the love of all that is holy, tell anyone you long for a child. A nearby suitor could be eyeing you up, biting their bottom lip at the sight of your untoned bum, lusting after your wide midriff, admiring your conical legs. They could be subconsciously sliding you through their mental mold of their dream woman, seeing you slot in j...

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Contest #242

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