Andrea Corwin

Author on Reedsy Prompts since May, 2023

Stories (14)

14 Stories

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“Kyra's Keyring” by Andrea Corwin

Submitted to Contest #230

Kyra dialed Amy’s number. “Mom? Is something wrong? It is two a.m.” Kyra looked at the clock. “Oh, sorry, Honey. I couldn’t sleep. I reviewed the keys on my ring, and you are right. I don’t need them.” “Mom, can we talk about this in the morning?” ** “What is this to?” “The house on 41st street.” “You haven’t lived there for twelve years. Why is it on your key...

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“Wisdom From Bookclub” by Andrea Corwin

Submitted to Contest #230

This is a work of fiction based on real events, and the characters are made up of conglomerations of several people. There are references to some sexual acts which may be offensive to some. Vonnie met new women by joining the book club in her new town. Mary – ah, memorable Mary who turned thirty-eight when Vonnie was twenty-six. T...

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“Hibernation Befalls The Whitlocks” by Andrea Corwin

Submitted to Contest #227

She died. Eleven months ago, their identical sister Lynn died. Our fraternal brother, Louis, fell into a deep depression and only came out of it after doing a psilocybin retreat in the Netherlands, followed by intense psychotherapy in Munich, Germany. Lydia hadn't heard from Lou, but to be fair, no one had heard from Lydia. The torn-asunder Whitlock triplets had gone awry. Jimmy, L...

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“The Monaco Mirror” by Andrea Corwin

Submitted to Contest #225

2001 *** I had passed the boutique antique store many times and decided to go inside today. A bell above the door notified the store owner someone had entered and greeted me. “Please let me know if I can answer questions or show you anything. I’ll be over in the corner pricing some items if you need help.” Smiling, I said, “My name is Sabrina,” to which she replied, “...

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“Troy's Dawn, Hello Again” by Andrea Corwin

Submitted to Contest #224

“Hello again, Troy. I trust you rested well. End of the week again – yay, Friday, right?” Amelia was chatty in the morning, being a morning person. Troy grumbled, waved his hand in a Miss America-style wave, and slipped past her on his way in. “Geesh, a bit grumpy, are we?” she called out to him. Amelia strode onto the avenue, wending between commuters and street vendors. Selecting a handful of flowers, s...

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“Sensei” by Andrea Corwin

Submitted to Contest #222

“Line up! Bow!” I say the commands sharply, and as she bows, I do too, hands in fists, one holding the other, then slap my hands to my sides in attention. “Always keep your eyes on your opponent, even when bowing,” I tell her. “Run through your katas and give me your best.” Circling her, I watch, correcting her punches lining up her feet, hips, and shoulders. “When you do your

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“Reggie's Story” by Andrea Corwin

Submitted to Contest #221

Reginald absolutely hated it when Marie walked through him. She scatters his ethereal outline when she decides to enter the room while he is standing in the doorway. Doesn’t she realize it actually discombobulates my aura? I think she takes great glee in it! “Dammit, Reggie, get out of my way!” Ghosts block my path all the time, she mumbles to herself. The cryst...

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“Kendra's Discovery” by Andrea Corwin

Submitted to Contest #220

I’m screaming in between the cracks of thunder and flashes of lightning. Spears of fire are hitting the ground in rapid staccato strikes and split an Elm tree nearby. Lightning hits the edge of the bank and the creaky metal bridge. One strike lands in the river, sending an electrical current through the water and into a metal girder of the bridge. I can hear the hissing; the electrical current moves like an arrow, the st...

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“Fresh Popcorn” by Andrea Corwin

Submitted to Contest #218

Fresh popcorn aromas taunt me; the back of my throat fills with its taste; my tongue rolls inside my mouth against the cheeks, the roof, and over my teeth, all of which have become sloppy and wet with saliva. Nostrils flaring, I purchase my movie ticket and rush to the concession stand, above which is a hand-drawn flyer: “Only REAL butter served here.” T...

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“No Pressure” by Andrea Corwin

Submitted to Contest #216

This story briefly talks about euthanasia. "You can't always do peanut butter cookies, Charly! This is for the holiday cookie exchange. The cookies should be festive and creatively decorated," Mary instructed. "Making six dozen cookies is exhausting. It takes me all weekend. I am not about to stand all day in my kitchen rolling out cookies, cutting them, baking, and icing...

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“Simone and Gerrie” by Andrea Corwin

Submitted to Contest #213

“Simone, what do you think of this line?” He looks up and down the grocery aisle but can't find it. “Gerrie, I don’t like it.” “All right, tell me how to fix it. I don’t like it when you answer without giving a suggestion.” “Gerrie, you asked me what I thought of it and did not ask me to offer suggestions. Since you have asked, my suggestion is that you show action.” “So, maybe i...

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“Cora's Letters” by Andrea Corwin

Submitted to Contest #212

Day five, January 18, 1964 – Alaska or Bust Dear Mom (and Dad), We are somewhere in the Yukon, driving day and night. You disapprove of this move, especially driving to Alaska, but please know we will be okay. It’s an adventure for this Midwest girl! The studded snow tires grip the road well (usually). Picture this, Dad – we tied our old waterbed frame to the roof...

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“Vic's Salty Visit” by Andrea Corwin

Submitted to Contest #204

The shiny Studebaker Avanti cruised along the two-lane highway passing corn fields of various heights. The corn should be knee-high by the 4th of July, his farm cousin Cate told him years ago during a visit. Vic slowed down behind a slow-moving farm tractor, not feeling any need to pass. A sign reading Fresh Watermelon ByTheSlice made his mouth water, his throat constricting some, urgi...

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“The Block Mayor” by Andrea Corwin

Submitted to Contest #200

Like every warm day, Terrence is finishing this day on his L-shaped porch, sipping whisky from a dented flask. Cars pass by slowly, and he watches young women pushing babies in strollers; he hears the neighbors' arguments and knows which have a regular income and those who are unemployed. Terrence is the self-appointed block mayor, laying judgment on his fellow folk. "Hi, Terrence; how are you this fine sunny da...

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Author bio

Writer, poet, traveler. Protecting wildlife and the world’s environment are my passions. I am also a Vocal Creator here: https://vocal.media/authors/andrea-corwin #pnw / ♥️Africa Instagram @andicorwin Threads @andicorwin Copyright © 2023 Andrea O. Corwin - All Rights Reserved. Using content without written permission is prohibited.