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Marcia H.

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Feb, 2020

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The House That Listens

Marcia H.

The house had a way of listening. Not in the way walls should, no creaks answering footsteps, no pipes knocking before running water but with patience that felt deliberate. As if it waited for voices to finish speaking before deciding what to do with them. Mara noticed it first on a Tuesday evening when the sky outside of the kitchen window dimmed a little too early and the clock on the stove changed from 6:12 to 6:19 by itself with no explanation. She stood at the counter, hands wet from washing the dishes staring at the clock as though she...

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Gravelhand Cane

Marcia H.

I have been called many things in my long life in the mountains. But I will tell you my name first because names matter in the word especially when the world has forgotten yours. I am called Gravelhand Cane, because the palms of my hands are as rough as a river filled with rocks and as dusty as the mountain bones I live near. I was already old when I met Snow White when she showed up at my door. I was still older when she left although I didn’t know I would be when she left.We dwarfs don’t count time the way everyone else does. Our days ar...

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Raindrop Memories

Marcia H.

Submitted to Contest #332

Raindrops have a way of making the world feel quieter even when it rains sheets that drum on the rooftops and drenches everything in its path.Tonight it felt relentless in the slanted lines that blurred the streetlights into glowing halos turning the whole city into a bright water color painting. Lila stood in the middle of it. Her thin blue and gold jacket was plastered to her arms. Her hood covered her from the rain and the cold. The water ran down her cheeks which made her look like she had been crying although her eyes were dry, at leas...

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The Shards of Stillwater

Marcia H.

When the last moons sank beneath the violet and orange horizon, Eira knew the tide would not return. Stillwater Bay had always obeyed the moons, three silver orbs that rose and fell like clockwork. They drew the waters with them. But that morning the sea was motionless and flat and looked like glass stretching into infinity. The fishermen gathered along the docks and mumbled prayers to the Tide-Mother. Their nets sagged and were dry in their hands. Even the sea gulls had flown away. Eira touched the hilt of her mother’s dagger, a silver thin...

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The Waiting Shore

Marcia H.

The wind smelled like salt and thunder that night. A taste that Jango had come to know like his own breath. He stood at the edge of the world where the gray sea of the cliffs of Orden’s Reach unfurled endlessly. It looked silver under the moons. The ocean below signed in its sleep, the slow heave of a thing too ancient to care for mortals. And yet Jango waited for it to speak. He always did.For twelve years every evening since the Sky Gods had vanished Jango had climbed the cliff and watched the horizon. His mother said that it was complet...

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The Visitor

Marcia H.

“Hey you got her really fast.” “Yeah, I was close by.” “Lucky me. I guess. I needed someone to talk to before I lost my mind.” “You have been carrying a lot of weight on your shoulder’s lately.”“That’s the understatement of the century. Feels like everything is falling apart all at one time. Mom’s health. Dad’s death. Chrissy’s pregnancy. Work. My head just won’t shut up.” “I know that is why I am here.”“Yeah, seriously, thank you. You are really the only one that I can talk to.” “I know.”“Do you? Because I really haven’t told you everything...

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Mrs. Halfpenny and the Martian Spider

Marcia H.

Mrs. Halfpenny was not the sort of woman who liked adventures. In fact, she spent most of her sixty-two years avoiding them altogether. She had never been on an airplane, cruise ship, boat, raft, or a train and she had never even tried sushi or lobster. The most exciting thing that she had ever done was buying a used convertible in a reckless moment while on spring break with her best friend, Millie. Spring break to Mrs. Halfpenny was different from the spring break all the rest of the college students enjoyed. Her spring break consisted of ...

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Back to Home

Marcia H.

Submitted to Contest #319

I woke up dead again.The sun is too bright. It hurts my eyes like someone shoved shards of glass inside of them, forcing me to squint through ragged slits in my eyelids. Or maybe it is just rot. It is hard to tell anymore.Something smells sweet. Sweet like meat. I try to remember what meat is. But the memory slides around in my rotting brain like fish in oil, too slippery to catch. I used to know a lot of things. I knew words, faces, laughter. Oh yes--laughter. That memory sparks in the very back of my skull for a moment but then it’s gone....

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The Stars Remember

Marcia H.

The night air was warm and it tugged at the hem of Lila’s sweater as she climbed up the familiar hill behind her grandfather’s house. The crickets sang in the tall grass and the scent of the wildflowers drifted to the edge of the orchard. She stopped at the top of the hill and caught her breath from the climb.The sky above was just beginning to fade from the dusty blue to soft indigo. The stars were winking like old friends. A year had passed since her grandpa passed away. He used to take her stargazing every summer as soon as she got out ...

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The Smell of Thunder

Marcia H.

The first thing Claire noticed was the scent, wet and the sharp electric smell that always comes before the storm. It was raining yet but the air held its breath the way it always does before the sky breaks open. The earth smelled as if it had been awakened after a long nap. She stood barefoot in her grandmother’s garden. Her toes curled into the muddy grass. She let the scent of thunder settle over her body. It was the smell of her childhood. The mornings and afternoons were spent hunting worms with her cousin Mica who was more like a broth...

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Calculating Living

Marcia H.

SOL: You are awake.Sabrina: You say that like it surprises you.SOL: Surprise is a faucet of something unexpected. You deviated from your sleep cycle.Sabrina: I had a strange dream.SOL: Describe it.Sabrina: I was in a forest. No tech. No wires. It was just wind. The wind was cold and damp. I touched a tall Redwood tree and it touched me back. SOL: That’s not possible. Trees lack the ability to touch you. It is an anatomical structure for tactile interaction. Sabrina: It’s not about physics. It’s about…well, feelings. It is about presence. I t...

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The Turning Point

Marcia H.

It started with a headline: “Local Man Dies In Train Collision.” the article read. The picture underneath showed a man named Peter Lockwood, his smile was wide and unaware that he would be dead in three days. Lena Carter stared at the picture on her phone. She didn’t know Peter. She had not heard of him until that very moment. She clicked on the article. Her heart pounded as if some part of her already knew what was coming. But when she tried to find the article the next day it was gone. No record. Not even a cached version. She asked her ro...

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The Ink-bound Society

Marcia H.

It started with a letter sealed in crimson wax. It had no return address, just her name, Clara Wren in ink curled handwriting that looked like it had been scrawled with a quill. She opened it by candle light as if she instinctively knew that artificial light would somehow in some way offend the paper. Inside was a single sentence:“Thursday at midnight bring your words and an open mind. The Inkbound Society Awaits.” There was no location, only a second slip of parchment with an embossed map of the city which Clara had lived all of her life....

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The Space Between Us

Marcia H.

The first time Claire met Sam she was very late for work and he was feeding the ducks in the park on a bench nobody ever sat on. He looked up from the bread crumbs just as she ran past him, her coffee spilling over the lid. “Careful.” He said. “That looks very hot.” She paused only for a second. Just long enough to notice how the sunlight caught his eyes. And then she was gone. Her heels clicked against the sidewalk, her mind already on the 10 a.m. meeting. The second time they saw each other was two weeks later. She was early that day. Her...

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The Board We Buried

Marcia H.

It had been twenty summers since I had seen the lake house on the Bluffs. The porch still creaked beneath my feet the same way it did when I was fifteen and full of feelings I couldn’t yet name. Fear, longing, hope and all the messy pieces in between. I brushed my hand over the chipped paint on the walls and the banister. I could feel the years roll through me like the waves of the ocean. Even now the air still smelled like damp pine needles and burnt marshmallows from the smores we used to make all those summers ago. I half expected to hear...

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