A. Tangen

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Aug, 2020

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“Family Dinner” by A. Tangen

Submitted to Contest #69

The left side of the table was quiet, watching. The right, filled with their father's new wife's family, was boisterous and bold. It was as if someone had turned on a faucet and they couldn't keep their mouths' shut. Alexei turned to his sister and rolled his eyes. When Zara, Alexei and Ameli's mom, died, their father remarried. Unfortunately, Hannah happened to be their mom's best friend. Shocking. Nonetheless, their father insisted that he had not cheated on Zara and that they would grow to love Hannah as a mother; if only they try. So, th...

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“The Bank” by A. Tangen

Submitted to Contest #68

"Don't you fucking dare!" Anderson's voice rang out into the large room, echoing against the marble floors. A small shudder passed through Lillian as she took in the tear stained faces of those who were sprawled across the chill floor. This was a fucking mess. It hadn't started that way, Lillian reminded herself. Truthfully, when Anderson had came to Lillian with the idea to rob the bank, she balked. She balked hard. But they needed the money- though everyone says that. Regardless, they were there with Anderson pointing a damned gun at a gro...

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“The Siren” by A. Tangen

Submitted to Contest #57

The crisp air swirled around my hair, picking up my dark locks and whirling them around my ribs. It was a strange contrast, the warm water that my body was used to, and the cold, foreign air that plagued the land. No matter, I insisted to myself, I wouldn't be up here for long. I brought my gaze upon the ship softly sailing away from the land, and wicked smiled slipped across my features. Mother had sent me to the surface, insisting that I would never be declared siren queen if I didn't take the life of a land prince. It wasn't as if I had n...

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“Postpartum ” by A. Tangen

Submitted to Contest #56

Ever since this thing has come out of me, I feel like my chest is going to explode. My heart is constantly slamming against my chest, my stomach is curled up in knots, and every hour or so I feel the need to sprint to the bathroom, only to gag up bile. It's not like I don't love the child, the child is fine.... It's just, not right. When I look into my newborn baby's eyes, I feel something dark peering back at me. It has only been a week since I brought the child home from the hospital, but already I find myself peering into its cold, coal ...

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