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Rebecca Faithful

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Oct, 2025

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Huā Kāi Liǎng Duǒ: A Flower Blooms in Two Places.

Weekly Contest #359

The wind couldn't decide what it wanted to be. It whipped across the green with the indecision of early spring, flirting with the warmth of a coming summer one moment, then turning sharp with the winter's last crisp bite the next. The whole park moved with it: daffodils nodding their idiot heads, a discarded crisp packet tumbling end over end like the tiny gymnast. The new leaves on the plain tree were shivering in applause. Behind her, the painted paper brolly rocked on its prop. A central pole swayed in slow, deliberate arcs. The tip descr...

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The Engineer's Love Letter

Weekly Contest #338

The morning in the Wendy house arrived. Not with sound but with colour: a soft diffused gold that pressed against the dewy panes and seeped inside like a slow thoughtful exhale. It gilded the moats of dust that drifted in a silent ballet transforming them into fairy lights. Inside the world was held in a breath of quiet. The only sounds were the ones of Hobbs’ gentle snoring from his cardigan rug and the deep resonant tick of the old regulator clock on the shelf - a sound that used to measure their shared afternoons, now measuring the beats ...

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An unexpected night in.

Weekly Contest #336

“... I've gotta, I've got a pocket full of sunshine-” Yazmin spun around a plant, retrieving her friend’s keys from the soil, The evening stretched ahead like a promise of loud music and the kind of laughter that made her ribs ache, “-I've gotta love and I know that it's all mine, oh –” She twirled the keys in her grip as she hopped up the porch steps, For a few hours, she wouldn't be a student buried in textbooks; she’d just be Yaz, Jessie’s partner in crime. The thought was a fizzy, golden thing in her chest as she skipped up the last step...

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Ashes and Lilies

Weekly Contest #323

Ash and Lilies The study was a sanctuary of shadows and silence, lit only by the flickering glow of a single candle. True, she could use the overhead lights, but nothing was more soothing than the shadow patterns dancing over the walls, decorating her bookcases of trinkets and leatherbound journals with intricate lace designs. In the centre of the room, she sat at an ornate desk, once a grand spectacle now patchworked with fixings of varying successes. She placed the letter to the side as she settled into her routine. The ritual was everythi...

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