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Belinda Ward

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Sep, 2022

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The Demon’s Memory

The room was still except for the constant hum of the ceiling fan. It was late—the kind of hour where silence becomes smothering, wrapping around you like a damp blanket. Michael sat in the darkened corner of his small apartment, staring at his phone screen. His head throbbed, the familiar pressure building behind his eyes, a constant reminder of the insomnia that had been gnawing at him for days. As he scrolled mindlessly through old emails and messages, his phone vibrated. A notification. An uncontrollably high level of adrenaline made his...

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The Turnabout Tour

The day started like any other. An amalgam of groggy teenagers chattered in the parking lot of Ashbrook High School, waiting for the old chartreuse-colored school bus to carry them off to their much-anticipated field trip. It was a damp, overcast morning with a threat of rain in the air, but nothing that could dull the students' excitement for their visit to the renowned Greenhall Mansion – a centuries-old relic said to be a hotspot for paranormal activities. The prospect of the supernatural tinged their eagerness with a touch of fear, but n...

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The Hooded Figure's Secret Room

It was a dark and stormy night, and the small town of Millfield was blanketed in a thick fog that made it impossible to see more than a few feet in front of you. The streets were deserted, and the only sounds were the eerie howling of the wind and the occasional rumble of thunder in the distance. That's when he appeared. A tall, dark figure emerged from the mist, walking with a slow and deliberate gait. His face was obscured by a hooded cloak, and his steps were silent as he approached the entrance to the old, abandoned mansion on the outs...

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The Unsettling Reunion

It was a rainy night in the small town of Hollowfield. The droplets pattered on the windows of the dimly lit bar, forming small rivulets that trickled down the glass. The only thing breaking the silence was the occasional clink of glassware and a hushed conversation that seemed out of place in such a setting. "You know, I don't think I've ever seen a storm quite like this," muttered James, swirling his whiskey in the glass. "Feel like something's lurking out there, waiting for us." "Ah, don't be such a pansy," scoffed Diane, rolling her ...

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The Lost Amulet

The air was heavy with dread as the attic door creaked open. The dim light filtered through the dust-ridden window, casting eerie shadows on the cobwebs that hung like forgotten drapes. Martin, a 30-year-old history professor, had been digging through his childhood home in search of something he believed to be lost forever. The last few days had been a whirlwind of emotions for Martin. He had just buried his mother and was now tasked with the responsibility of going through her belongings. After hours of sifting through dusty boxes, he final...

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The Cycle of Eternity

Pulsating with pain and confusion, Mark gasped for air as he awoke in the damp, dimly lit alley. He picked himself up, his bones creaking under the weight of his body. He had experienced this exact moment countless times before, and yet, he could not remember his life outside this eerie cycle.  Mark stumbled out of the alley and onto the bustling city streets. The cacophony of cars honking, people chatting, and the distant sirens drowned out his thoughts. He had grown accustomed to the routine of this seemingly infinite loop. In the d...

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Blossoming Hope A Chance Encounter Turned Nightmare

Weekly Contest #191

Aiko had always been a reserved individual, preferring the comfort of her own company over the bustle of life outside. But as she strolled through the gardens among the delicate pink and white petals of cherry blossoms, something in her stirred. It was a feeling of warmth, joy and...hope. She had come to Japan specifically for the cherry blossom season, and she wasn't disappointed. The sight of the blooms filled her heart with emotion, causing her to smile for the first time in a long time. As she wandered the gardens, taking in the sights a...

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The Fearmonger: A Tale of Bravery and Hope

The room was silent except for the sound of the rain hitting the windowpane. The only light came from the flickering candle on the table between them. The man across from her, who introduced himself only as The Collector, had a sinister smile on his face as he leaned forward, his eyes never leaving hers. "You have heard of me, yes?" he asked, his voice low and menacing. "I collect stories, stories of fear, of terror, of the unknown. And you, my dear, are going to give me a story." The woman's heart was racing as she looked into The Colle...

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The Abandoned Mansion of Nightmares

It was so terribly cold. Snow was falling, and it was almost dark. The wind howled as it passed through the empty streets, making the snow dance in the air. The only sound that could be heard was the occasional snap of a branch or the crunch of snow underfoot.In the center of the town stood an old, abandoned mansion. Its windows were boarded up, and the paint was peeling from the walls. The once-majestic structure was now nothing more than a shell of its former self, a forgotten relic of a bygone era.However, despite its dilapidated appearan...

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Micheal &Jane DEADLY HONEYMOON

It was the middle of the night, and I was just about to drift off to sleep when I heard a noise. It sounded like someone was walking around upstairs. I tried to ignore it, but it kept getting louder and more persistent. Finally, I got up out of bed and went to investigate. As soon as I got to the top of the stairs, I knew something was wrong. The door to our bedroom was open, and I could see Jane inside, rummaging through our things. When she saw me, she froze for a moment before trying to play it off like she was just looking for somethin...

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