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Lucy Appadoo

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Mar, 2025

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Illusion and Truth

Weekly Contest #304

Adele roused from sleep as a chill penetrated her body. Slowly opening her eyes, a tangy smell filtered through the air. Was that blood? Her arms manoeuvred to the side and above her head, but all she felt was a steel hardness on top of a cage. Her legs lay at an awkward angle. She shifted to get more comfortable in the confined space, having forgotten where she was. She struggled to breathe before screaming at the top of her lungs. It was pointless. No-one would listen. No-one ever listened. Her eyes darted around the...

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Humanity Doesn't Rule

Weekly Contest #303

Her heart exploded with rage, the tightness in her chest squeezing like a vice and her hands ready to murder someone. The chill in the air hit her square in the face when she slammed her car door and entered the warehouse. Rolls of plastic, assorted boxes and pieces of vine coveted the dirty, dusty floor. She sneezed from the stale, musty air. The bastard sat on the rickety chair, his head drooped, and his body secured with rope. His eyes were black and blue. Good. Let the pig suffer. Nadia salivated with desire. How would she ge...

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Twisted Fate

Weekly Contest #302

Imogen’s hands quivered as she gripped the phone. “Is Joe with you, or is he outside?” “He’s sound asleep, snoring beside me. What’s going on?” said Winona, the owner of the cottage retreat. “I heard a noise outside. Footsteps.” “Okay, dear. I’ll wake Joe up and get him to check it out. But I’m sure it’s only a stray animal going about.” A sweaty brow made her wince when a twig snapped outside her bedroom window. “It’s not your dog, is it?” “No dear. He’s with us in the room, resting. ...

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Worlds Colliding

Weekly Contest #300

Serena sat in the Carlton Gardens taking in nature as the light breezed brushed her face. She rested back against the hard timber bench, with its paint-peeling mahogany brown and green arm rests. A woman wearing a striped jumper and blue loose jeans bent down to pet her white dog. She waved, but the woman turned away. A man walking a poodle stormed off without acknowledging her. Was she invisible here? Would this young man sporting a backpack, black shorts and a grey top say hello? He didn’t even gaze in her direction. The wind ...

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The Lone Student

Weekly Contest #298

“No-one ever talks to her,” said Joanne whose tall frame overshadowed the rest of the girl group, as if Louise didn’t exist amongst the bench surrounded by the school oval. Sharon, a stocky blonde raised a hand, flicking cigarette ash on the uneven grassy ground. “Ah, that is so not true. She’s got nothing to say to anyone, so people don’t talk to her as often as us.” Louise cowered as her body shivered while sitting on a tiny corner of the bench, her thigh pressing hard against Elaine whose gaze said, ‘you’re ...

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A Time To Die

Weekly Contest #297

Sandy was lost. Her car sank into a pot-hole; stuck. As she steered the wheel, the car dropped deeper into the hole. She started the motor, but it wouldn’t budge. Sopping wet, mud didn’t help. Looming clouds cast a subtle darkness around her. Here she was, deserted in the middle of nowhere. She rummaged into her bag and grasped her mobile phone. Oh, Christ. Battery dead. Stepping out of the car with the gusty wind brushing her cheeks like a razor-sharp knife, puddles around her stained the edge of her pants. She skipped over the ...

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Dead Weight

Weekly Contest #296

She woke up in a fog from a hospital bed, the sunlight shining from the window causing her to squint. Her breath came in short bursts, the cool sheets giving her chills. A wrinkly old man wearing a cap in a well-pressed suit watched her. “Anne, you’re awake.” This man didn’t look familiar “Why am I here?” He stood near her bed. “You were in an accident and have been in a coma for two years.” Anne flinched. “What? I don’t remember anything about an accident. Who are you and where is my family?” He cracked his knuckles that unnerved her. “All ...

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Identity

Weekly Contest #294

Teresa put her hands into her lap and stared at her mother. “The people, the people, that’s all you care about. Frank rides a motorbike, and suddenly he's a vagabondo.” “You will not see that boy again, Teresa. You hear?” Her mother, Maria washed the dishes, each one slamming into the old plastic rack with a sigh. “With all those drawings on his body and his earrings—.” She pretended to spit into the water. “What would people say?” Her mother wiped her hands on a tea towel, twisting the old fabric between her fists. “You never listen, not li...

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Truth Or Lie.

Weekly Contest #293

Set your entire story in a car, train, or plane Truth or LieBy Lucy AppadooCatarina sat in the back seat of the car as she gazed through the car window with twitchy fingers, bated breath and scattering thoughts. Something was on her mind while her and her family left their vacation spot at the seaside resort in Mondello, Italy. Catarina sat in the back with her twin sister, Louise, while her father drove. Her mother sat in the passenger seat. The resort lay between Monte Pellegrino and Capo Gallo, and was considered the most luxurious in Si...

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Colourless Heart

Weekly Contest #292

 ‘Set your story in a world that has lost all colour.’ Colourless HeartBy Lucy Appadoo Marie roused from sleep in the double bed inside the Paris Hilton Hotel. She sank into the comfort of the silky sheets and the fresh fabric smell, a smile splashed across her face, unable to open her eyes just yet. Freedom at last. Just her. No-one else. No jumping on eggshells. Not being caught off guard. No secrets. No lies. Just Marie. No other soul in this room. Away from him.But it wasn’t only about liberation. It was about protection. Keeping he...

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