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Molly Herod

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Mar, 2026

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Five Hours

Weekly Contest #359

If I don’t open my eyes, it’s not real. This is a game that Sarah plays, and loses, quite often. Magical thinking, hoping that it’s not another headache during the witching hour. Eyes still closed, she slowly sits up. The pain stabs her forehead as she peeps through her eyelids at her phone. It’s 2 in the morning. Sarah’s entire body revolts: Pounding head, stiff neck, and brain shrieking that it’s not time to get up. Headaches plagued Sarah since her teenage years. There is no rhyme or reason to them. They could occur after eating lunch on ...

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Dearly Beloved

Versailles would have been the better choice, but Paris was fine. After all, Jack was born, and died, in Paris. And really, who can complain about being in Paris? Especially this time of year. The autumnal glow that bounces off century old stones and quaint shops is enchanting. Soft winds rustled the few remaining leaves on the trees. As beautiful as it was, there was a bit of sadness to Paris. Almost as if there was a nod to nostalgia and all the history that had taken place in this city. There’s worse places to go for a funeral. A small cr...

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Blame

Weekly Contest #354

911 Call Transcript DISPATCHER: 911, what is your emergency? PARKER: Um, I’m, I’m at my parent’s house and my mom is, my mom is… DISPATCHER: What’s the address of the emergency? PARKER: 9208 Woods Court in Asheville. My mom is dead! She’s dead! DISPATCHER: What’s your name? PARKER: Mike. Are the police on their way? DISPATCHER: Yes. Where is your mother? PARKER: The kitchen. I came over here and she’s dead. Where’s the ambulance? DISPATCHER: Mike, can you tell me if she’s breathing? PARKER: No! No! She’s dead. There’s blood, so much blood, b...

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Eureka Springs

Helen was unhappy. An irritable unhappiness. The winding streets through her Ozark town annoyed her. The Victorian houses seemed to mock her. The friendliness of the people grated her nerves. Helen had made decisions that had brought her to this point. Diligently pondered and logical decisions that had been selected with the utmost care. This idyllic, predictable life that had once brought her prosperity and peace now taunted her with betrayal and bitterness. Helen had lived this quiet existence for a decade. This small town that had once en...

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Darkest Before Dawn

Weekly Contest #352

“Hey Bill, better wake up Tommy. My paper’s not here.” “Morning Pat, he’s out there, probably goofing around. Don’t worry, you’ll get your paper.” “Sounds good, thanks.” A few bites of toast, a sip of coffee and the phone rang again. Rose picked it up. She assured the neighbor, “He’s just running behind.” Drink some orange juice, salt and pepper the eggs and there was the phone again…and again. The third and fourth calls were answered by Bill. It was Sunday morning. People wanted their newspapers with their coffee. Panic was taking hold. Ros...

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Poplar Grove Lane

Weekly Contest #350

Poplar Grove Lane Oscar opened his eyes and leisurely stretched. He had the king bed to himself. Ivy liked to get up early. Oscar did not. The clanging pots and pans rang out from the kitchen. Preparing breakfast and shuffling the children out the door was Ivy’s ritual, not his. Oscar sauntered down the stairs, gave her a quick kiss and slipped out the door. The sidewalk hummed with the morning commute. Vibrant red and orange leaves ushered in October. Pumpkins appeared on porches and wreaths hung on doors. Poplar Grove Lane gentrified overn...

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South Dakota

It was never my intention to live in a ghost town. After ten years of a life that was utterly devoid of happiness, joy and any resemblance of a marriage, my husband went on a business trip to Washington, DC. When he left, our marriage was solid. That’s the truth. What we lacked in love, we overpowered with generosity. What stole our joy, we inundated with laughter. What we shed in tears, we made up for in loyalty. It’s entirely possible that had our lives continued as they were, we would have found what our marriage was lacking. Instead, a n...

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The Glass Armonica

Weekly Contest #348

The Glass Armonica “The glass harmonica, also known as the glass armonica, glass harmonium, bowl organ, hydrocrystalophone, or simply the armonic or harmonica is a type of musical instrument that used a series of glass bowls or goblets graduated in size to produce musical tones by means of friction (instruments of this type are known as friction idiophones). It was invented in 1761 by Benjamin Franklin and produces sound similar to the glockenspiel.” [1] Richmond, Virginia, June 1820 Anne slipped the glass instrument into the bottom of her b...

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Kentucky

Weekly Contest #347

Kentucky “Mussolini made the trains run on time.” Caroline thought of this quote often. In fact, she thought of it every day as she rode the light rail train in Dallas to and from work. And every time she thought of the quote, it provoked an irk within her soul. The line was factually incorrect and glorified a dictator. It was illogical that this quote was still in existence. Illogicality chipped away at Caroline’s thoughts. Precision, truth and determination were the ambitious canons that Caroline endeavored to achieve. Without firm goals, ...

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