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Louise Chambers

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Feb, 2026

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No More Suns and No More Moons!

Weekly Contest #360

Two more suns, two more moons, then finito! It was not as if I had accomplished anything untoward, well nothing serious that I could recall. Apparently, my time was expiring! What does that actually mean, and how very dare they organise such a predicament on my behalf? I do not remember agreeing to that! I gazed at the trees across the yard. Just standing there, swaying gently in the breeze. Every now and then a few yellowing leaves would hurry down to the ground where they would scuttle along the tarmac, looking for a place to rest. A bit l...

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Two Tales Entwined

Weekly Contest #359

Norma’s Story It was my mum’s birthday today, and had she still been here, she would have been 52. I visited their graves whenever I could. Well, when I say graves, they were both in the same plot together. It was what they wanted, to be as close as possible to each other. I visited them on their birthdays, Christmas, Mothering Sunday, Easter, Fathers’ Day, and the anniversaries of their deaths. If I could make the time to come in between, then I would. There was always a bit of cleaning and tidying to do around the grave. The grass grew so ...

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One Good Turn…

Weekly Contest #357

The little black and white cat hid in the hollow of an old hawthorn tree. There was a fence behind it, and he could just squeeze himself through the gap. He slept here most nights now, he felt safe. A deep wound on one side of his face where a larger, territorial cat, called Missy, from the house across the road had bitten him four days ago, was festering and painful. But being attacked, by other cats and people too, was just something he had grown used to.Once when he had wandered into the garden of the house three doors down looking for fo...

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Messages From a Watery Grave

Weekly Contest #356

She bit her lip hard, wincing at the pain. A trickle of blood ran down her chin. She did it again this time ignoring the pain, if she could feel it, she knew she was still here. Whether she wanted to be or not. It made no difference anymore either way. She could smell the saltiness in the air, feel the breeze moving her hair around her face, but her heart was empty.The sky was the brightest blue she had seen it for a long time. The grey storm clouds a distant memory. She absentmindedly ran her palm over the wooden bench. She wondered how man...

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The Guests, The Feast, and Their Lovers

Weekly Contest #355

Contains violence and gore The first Wednesday of each month they gathered. A private member only soirée. Cats-purr and Hare-raiser, arrived together, Slink-skin and Octopod a few minutes after. The long wooden table in the Great Hall alight with flickering candelabras, golden cutlery, and cut glass. As they assembled behind their designated seats, they each gave a nod of greeting to one-another. Hog-squeal, as usual, was the last to assemble behind his chair. They stood silently waiting for The Gong to sound. On cue, at midnight, the gong e...

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The Wolves at My Door

Weekly Contest #354

She knew what she wanted now. It had all become clear. Awake, listening to the sounds of the night. It was that time of year. Owls were midst courtship. The female with her familiar shriek that sounded as if she was saying ‘To-wheat, To-wheat, To-wheat,’ the male answering a deep melodic ‘Whoo hooo whoo, Whoo hooo whoo.’ The vixen screaming for a mate. Sounding like a call for help. As if she was under attack. She knew what that felt like. The dog fox tentatively replying with guttural barks. There were other vixens around to reply to. Then ...

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Stuck Between a Rock and a Hard Place

Weekly Contest #353

Have you any idea what it is like to be me? Overlooked, abused, taken for granted, climbed onto, sat on, and even, scratched into! Why you humans think it is perfectly okay to wield your penknives and write ridiculous nonsense on my beautiful body defies me! Only yesterday two of you climbed up next to me giggling like idiots and thought you should leave your mark on me. My sparkling surface emblazoned forever with Jed + Kas! Well at least their names were short! It hurts too. Every gouge shoots through me, loosening my skin, pieces of my bo...

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Be Careful What You Wish For

Weekly Contest #351

Sensitive Content: Traffic accident/Substance abuse/Violence My Gran had died and left me a collection of memories in an old case. She had spent her last few years in The Poppy Fields Nursing Home, just outside the Medway Towns. After I lost mum with Covid, there was only me left to visit her. All Gran’s friends had long since past. There was nobody else.The young nurse looked sympathetic as she handed me a battered brown leather case. All I had left of an amazing woman who had travelled the world. Gran had been one of the first women journ...

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