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Angela Ewing

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Aug, 2024

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THE HALL

Weekly Contest #371

The Hall by Angela Ewing The odors of humanity gone wrong hung like cobwebs in the corners of the narrow corridor. Flakes of old green paint; stained ceilings; cracked walls; fear. Elise remembers it now. Memories of anything come rarely, but sitting in her rocking chair on the veranda, her memory wakes up. The thought springs from nowhere, and suddenly she is in that place, the old empty building, the place they shouldn’t have been. The Hall, once an elegant manor house set in the English countryside, opened as a hospital in 1869. The asy...

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THE BRIDGE

Weekly Contest #341

2864 Words THE BRIDGE I was the only one on the bus to Foxby, a village on the outskirts of a large city in England. I wasn’t sure why I was coming back at all after forty-odd years. There was nothing left for me here. The bus sped along Main Street and lurched to a stop in front of the Bull's Head Inn. "Last stop," the driver said. I stepped off the bus onto the wet pavement. Brakes hissed, and the doors rumbled shut behind me. I stood for a moment to watch the bus turn around by the old school, a low brick, U-shaped building, with iron ra...

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MISSION ACCOMPLISHED

Weekly Contest #307

MISSION ACCOMPLISHED Dear reader, let us suppose, for the sake of this story, that Gaia, mother nature, is not a Greek Goddess, but a mortal, a modern woman, who is nurturing, resourceful and inventive. Gaia had accomplished so much. She remembered everything that had happened in the beginning, it had all come her in a burst of light. She would make something, create a planet and name it Earth. With thoughts and ideas spilling over in her mind, she began to outline the setting and the plot like a writer beginning a new manuscript. It began t...

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Tempus Fugit

Weekly Contest #294

TEMPUS FUGIT Alexander was late again, but she told herself that it was just the way Alexander was. He was well built, stocky, and usually rather untidy in his dress. Even if he combed his hair constantly, it flopped annoyingly over his forehead. You never really knew what a guy looked like on line, Clara Anne decided. But something about Alexander appealed, at least, at first. Although, she noticed he was late even for their first meeting in the local coffee shop, but there was something rather nice about him. She soon discovered he was a ...

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Crossing Paths

Weekly Contest #274

Word Count 1330 CROSSING PATHS A true story The woods that encircle the old Cemetery in Jacksonville, Southern Oregon, are fast disappearing, but there are still paths that remain to calm and delight, except for those odd early mornings when mists creep and curl around to greet the ghosts of the long dead. Southern Oregon is known for its timber industry, Sitka spruce, Western hemlock, Douglas-fir. These soft woods cover the wide open hillsides, but the valleys that lie hidden away from the coastal range are unbearably hot. The woods are n...

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Hell Hath no Fury

Weekly Contest #273

2,936 Words Hell Hath No Fury Claire Swanson had just turned fifty-five when she became the office manager of Prouty Classic Car Sales & Leasing in Manchester. She was confident in her abilities to run a small office, although aware that she was older than any of the other girls in the office. She was tall, with dark eyes and short black hair, but the feminism in her clothes was not there or ever had been. Sensible dark suits, blouses buttoned up to the neck, business attire. Always. She had never married and she was not one to socialise m...

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Dead End

Weekly Contest #272

Word count: 2743 Dead End by Angela Ewing I am lost, driving on a long empty road in the Arizona desert in front of a truck that has been behind me for the last 15 miles. His lights are getting closer. Surely he can see me. No, he’s still coming, closer and closer. He’s right behind me now and I speed up, frantic. I speed up again, but he keeps on coming. I feel the impact as he runs into the back of my car. Panic! I wake up in a sweat. Same dream over and over again. I open my eyes to see the puzzled look on my husband’s face. “You okay?...

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The Visit

Reedsy Writing Prompt number 418 Words: 1,944 THE VISIT by Angela Ewing I was sitting in the comfortable living room of my home in Oregon when the phone rang. It was my brother calling from England to ask if I would please visit soon. "I'm selling the house," he announced. William always got to the point quickly. There was no, "How are you." He wasn't the sort of man to dawdle on the phone. "Oh hello William, why are you selling and where will you go?" I asked, suddenly alarmed...

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