Ann Bryant

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Mar, 2020

Stories (5)

5 Stories

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“Keep Quinn Calm” by Ann Bryant

Submitted to Contest #41

KEEP QUINN CALMErica was at the pet store with her daughter, Quinn, when the problem began. After being a single mother for 12 years, Erica was emotionally drained and desperately struggling to find some sense of inner peace. Trying to keep Quinn calm was an endless battle. Erica was so tired of explaining to people why they can’t stand to close to Quinn. She made certain to always have Quinn’s noise reduction headphones on hand. Erica had to plan out the days carefully, trying to predict any possible trigger. Would it be noise? Would ...

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“The Nothingness” by Ann Bryant

Submitted to Contest #35

THE NOTHINGNESS Here I was, hoping to finally find some peace, and this park is packed! With the quarantine lifted, I was hoping for everyone to stop worrying so I could feel something else. For the past 6 weeks all I’ve felt is endless anxiety, fear, hatred, and bitterness. People were incapable of feeling anything else. So, here I am, walking in this park on a lovely evening, wanting to just breathe, watch the sunset, hear the crickets, and think and feel absolutely nothing. But these people had to ruin that...

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“Charlotte with the Haunted Eyes” by Ann Bryant

Submitted to Contest #34

CHARLOTTE WITH THE HAUNTED EYESDANAAs soon as this “stay indoors thing” is lifted, I am going to the movies, I’m going clubbing, I’m going to hug everyone I see.MADISONThen you really will get sickDANAAlways so optimistic. What are you doing right now?MADISONWriting a storyDANAAbout what?MADISONAbout someone who had a complete nervous breakdown because she couldn’t go clubbing for a few weeks.DANAOh, very funny. How can you stand being cooped up in that tiny apartment, all alone, every day of the week?MADISONIt’s not like we’...

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“How Did Lady Macbeth Die” by Ann Bryant

Submitted to Contest #34

The sound of the rain was a dramatic cacophony of tap-plop-drip-tap-plop-drip. It poured down with incredible speed. It was as if God was gradually releasing an ocean onto the world. Cars were pulled over. People ran towards any source of shelter. Roads were flooding. All the people stood still and just stared, caught in a trance. Myra sat by the Living Room window, curled up into the corner of the sofa, resting her chin on her arm. Strands of her long, brown hair draped casually across her shoulder. H...

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“A Member of the Team” by Ann Bryant

Submitted to Contest #33

A MEMBER OF THE TEAM The cooler in the Produce department was never warmer than 41 degrees. It had walls of concrete masonry units. Mounted upon them were sturdy, metal shelving. The shelves were reserved for lighter weight items like parsley, cilantro, zucchini, yellow squash, and little Belgian endives that rarely sold. Most of the green rack items were heavy and stacked up on burdensome dollies. The cardboard cases of strawberries and bush berries had notches cut into them so they would interlock and not topple ov...

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Author bio

I have always enjoyed writing. I grew up with my nose in a book. I can't read just one book at a time and move on to the next. I always have a pile. Now I write because there are so many thoughts and ideas in my head that if I don't get them out i'll go insane. But the best writers are at least a little bit crazy