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Liz Homes

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Sep, 2025

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Ashes

Weekly Contest #364

ASHESMy head hurt and my eyes were jammed shut. My gut was doing violently painful stuff. Vomit was catching in my throat. It was like someone had hit me over the head and punched me in my stomach.If only I could remember.Maybe I was in hospital. I should be. There was only one way to find out. I took a deep breath. Hmmm. The smell was recognisable; pine, carbon and glued cardboard.The desire to open my eyes fled. Of course, I knew the scent. The air purifier never quite covered it. I was in the waiting room.Now I know my location, I could w...

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Storm Damage

Weekly Contest #363

Storm Damage. I held Hetterford’s body in my arms and sobbed. His soft, grey fur soaked up my hysterical tears. With his death, it felt as if all the goodness had left my world.It was no illness or accident that killed my little feline friend. He had been dispatched with a lightning bolt to his heart.My father was the one who had done it. The Storm of Storm Inc. killed my cat because I disagreed with him over a minor matter relating to the family business. Dad ruled my brothers and I ruthlessly. He was The Storm and he didn’t care who he hur...

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A Hint of Hyacinth

Weekly Contest #325

A Hint of Hyacinth If a breeze could have been coloured purple and have the scent of hyacinths, then that was what brushed against the skin on my forearms. My arm hairs, barely visible normally, but shocked awake, all stood to attention. There should be no air movement, strong enough yet with such delicacy, to do this. I was standing, alone in the funeral home. The viewing room was empty of all but the podium and a bunch of stacked chairs. Soon, the staff would bring in the latest coffin and the flowers. Whatever was causing the disruption i...

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Beacon

Weekly Contest #324

Beacon The green light, small but constant, glowed in the thickening gloom. I think it was trying to reassure me. I was beyond reassuring. If I had the energy, I would have hated that light. It spoke too clearly of my predicament, of my shame, of my impending doom. I should have done everything better. As daughter and grand-daughter of professional mountaineers, I thought I could read the terrain and the weather. The forecast said showers but those clouds had suggested more. The hike up the ridge was a good one. The cloudy day made for comf...

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The Candle

Weekly Contest #323

The Candle Tis struck the match against the box. There was a hiss, and the flame leapt up. The sharp scent of sulphur brought a moment of discomfort, but it was fleeting. Her hand was steady as she lit the candle on the window sill. There was absolutely nothing special about the tall, white candle she placed in the holder. It was one of those you are supposed to have on hand for if the power goes out. With phones and watches now doubling as torches, they were close to redundant. Back when Tis started this evening ritual, she had used pretty...

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The Price of Winning

Weekly Contest #322

The Price of Winning. “Hey, Arrow? Are you ready? Shall we go to the show? Aunty Sylvie is going to pick us up soon.” Arrow stuck his nose into the large jute bag at Carla’s feet. “Yep. Don’t panic. I packed you plenty of treats. Water too.” Carla surveyed the items she was taking. It was so much easier when she travelled in her own car. Everything she could need was already packed. Sylvie, though, suggested pooling their vehicles. The fuel savings would be considerable. Arrow switched his focus from the bag to Carla’s face. She smiled. Sh...

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