Amy Bepko

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Mar, 2023

Stories (13)

13 Stories

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“When I Come Undone” by Amy Bepko

Submitted to Contest #246

Trigger warning:this story discusses the topic of miscarriage and pregnancy loss and the anger that comes with it When I Come Undone The sun seemed too bright as I exited the hospital. “Shit,” I say, staring too long in the sky. A single tear drips down my cheek and I quickly slash it away. “Get it together, Delilah.” I inhale a deep breath willing my body to calm. Almost impossible at this point. What a disaster of a day.  Logan, I need to text Logan. I find my way back to my shitty car, the handle rusted away. Someday I will buy a n...

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“Just Friends” by Amy Bepko

Submitted to Contest #237

March 6, 2005 Conor,I miss you. When are you coming home again? Life is not nearly as fun without you by my side. Your Best Friend Forever,Macie March 7, 2005 Mace, You know I am coming home after the semester. I will be there this summer. To hang out. For real. Just a couple more months. I’m sure you are doing just fine without me. How are classes?  Your Best Friend Forever,Conor March 21, 2005 Conor, So sorry it has been so long. School got crazy. First midterms, then spring break. I may have drank too much. Danced too hard....

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“The Lookout” by Amy Bepko

Submitted to Contest #235

Trigger warning: this story depicts moments of sexual assault, violence and domestic abuse. I lay in the squishy mud and prayed silently. Hoping I could hold my breath just a little bit longer. Every sound, every movement spiking my heart rate to an aggressive degree. I was going to die in this pile of mud and leaves. Never seeing my family again. My life may disappear because of ...

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“Mysterious Man, So Familiar” by Amy Bepko

Submitted to Contest #234

Mysterious Man, So Familiar Time. Such an odd little construct. I have rarely bored myself with the intricacies of the worlds that I visit. Moments, rapid blasts really. I pop into a world, wreak havoc and leave. No need to learn or understand the beings of which I meet.  Until today. Until this world. Dropped into this place, no information or understanding of where I am. With just a mission at ...

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“The Monster” by Amy Bepko

Submitted to Contest #215

warning:this story has physical violence, self harm and inappropriate words The Monster I can’t believe I came here again. Every night for a month, driven by my soul to return to this spot. Like a flame I cannot resist. Even though I know it is wrong. ********** ...

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“First Day Jitters” by Amy Bepko

Submitted to Contest #214

First Day Jitters The noise was intense. Between the constant ticking of her clock and the thumping of her heart, Addy could not fall asleep. She rolled over and peeked out from under her covers. 2:25 A.M. The moonlight cascading in through her blinds.  Excitement and nerves overwhelmed her senses. How would the first day of ninth grade go? A new school. All new teach...

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“Ode to Sisterhood” by Amy Bepko

Submitted to Contest #202

Ode to Sisterhood The following piece was emotional for me to write. Based on true events, this is a story of the truest kind of friendship. And sisterhood. And mostly love. And it is raw and real and at times sloppy. The room was cold and loud. Beeping alarms triggered in all directions. A sleeping beauty lay before me. My best friend. Sisters through bloo...

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“Tony-A Memoir” by Amy Bepko

Submitted to Contest #201

Tony, a Memoir Thump. Thump. Thump. By the third bang of his head on the long wooden table, the pain was radiating behind his eyes. A tear trickled down. The first review had come out and it was…not good. Truthfully, it was one of the worst he had seen in a while. “Derivative…drivel…arrogant.” And those were the least upsetting words from the review. Seven years....

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“Annabella” by Amy Bepko

Submitted to Contest #199

Distracted. That was the best word to describe me at this moment. Struggling. I was distracted and struggling. Searching for Gate 22 in this overcrowded, hot airport. I was already 25 minutes late thanks to my uncanny ability to set off the metal detectors every single time. Part of me thinks I should just ask to be searched. Save myself the time.  Instead, here I am, distracted as I wander down Terminal A looki...

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“Rat Inheritance” by Amy Bepko

Submitted to Contest #195

Rat Inheritance Death was too nice an ending for such a horrible man. I didn’t even want to go to the reading of his will. The man was a bastard. Worse than a bastard really. Mom had gotten cancer twelve years ago and he just vanished. Didn’t want to handle the sticky parts of life, mom would say. Always smiling, even though she was dying and her asshole husband took her car and her money and bailed ...

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“Not Again” by Amy Bepko

Submitted to Contest #194

Sensitive Material: This story discusses pregnancy loss and miscarriage. Not Again ******* Every life is filled with moments. Moments of happiness, sadness, joy, pain and love. Some moments we create for ourselves. Some moments create us. They define the way we think, the breath we breat...

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“Daisies and Daffodils” by Amy Bepko

Submitted to Contest #191

The sky was gloomy. Not a good day for selling flowers. Or for a farmers market. Selia knew this when she arrived this morning. She had contemplated staying home, under her comfortable fleece blanket. Cuddled up with her small poodle, Gary. She had named him Gary because he reminded her of her grumpy Uncle Gary. Always barking and biting at people, except her. He loved to cuddle her, especially on cold and gloomy days. Yes, she had thought about staying home today. Something nagged at her, telling her to come and sell her flowers.<...

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“Peaceful Revenge” by Amy Bepko

Submitted to Contest #190

Peaceful RevengeTrigger Warning: This story discusses violence and sexual assault.The room was dark. A safe space. Unicorn eyes watching what is about to happen. She watches her dream catcher sway from the breeze of her fan. She tries to scream. Push him off of her. His sweaty palm wraps around her mouth. She vomits from the smell, and has to swallow it back down. The taste is repulsive. She is sobbing, large tears dripping down her cheeks. He pushes her down on the bed, taking her innocence in seconds....

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Author bio

A mom. Just beginning to dabble into the world of writing. Started writing stories when I was 8 years old.