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Paula Mcewan

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Sep, 2023

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The Sun Far From Rising

Paula Mcewan

Submitted to Contest #296

Contains mild treat and violence: The Sun Far From Rising. For me it was as the youngest of two siblings, left alone to face a world devoid of care and guidance, that as a child no more than the hight of a grown man's elbow, I’d naturally had less time to hone my skills in the family business of survival no matter the cost than my older brother had; whom out of plain familial love and necessity, as well as a somewhat grudging admiration, I had since the age of two years old always had to rely on. And giving him his due, he had never let me d...

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There's Life in The Old Dog Yet, Effy Love!

Paula Mcewan

Submitted to Contest #293

Hungry, they had returned to the desolate banks of Loch Deil. Inside a wooden slatted admissions hut Doris dipped her ill-fitting shoes in the pool of blood that seeped across the floorboards, ‘Welcome!’ she said. ‘Welcome to the trial running of...’. No. No that didn’t sound right, fighting to control her lopsided grin in a face she was still getting used to “Joanna” trembled as she licked the crimson specks that covered her I.D badge, ‘Welcome, to the inaugural running of Ephraim and Doris Mahoun’s Tour of Terror!’, yes. Yes, that sounded ...

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Hades' Dustbin

Paula Mcewan

Submitted to Contest #215

Hades’ Dustbin 1 This is Hades’ Dustbin. It holds the exit from Hell’s Gate. These are its guardians; Olly  and Frank. They secure the gate. Well, that was the idea anyway.  In her youth, Security Officer Olly, had been the proud owner of a lustrous Fire-Red  mane. Now in her middle years, Burnt-Orange clumps grew between her broken, stubby horns. She had also developed a disconcerting resting snarl-face along the  way: Frank, or Francis! when Olly had really had enough of him, liked to spend his  Hades’ Dustbin nigh...

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