Anna Weber

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Dec, 2020

Stories (10)

10 Stories

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“The Rat Snake” by Anna Weber

Submitted to Contest #95

Start your story with someone being presented with a dilemma. This story is based on true events. What a dilemma, I thought to myself, as I stared eye to eye at the snake. My limbs had frozen up, that way they do when terror seizes your heart and leaves no wiggle room. The snake began to move. In one fluid motion, I was standing up, mid-stride backward, and away from the snake. My legs were vaguely sore from the weight I had been putting on them in my crouched state. My feet were used to standing on the bumpy texture of the rock, but my ...

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“Thank You” by Anna Weber

Submitted to Contest #90

Start your story with someone sitting on a crowded train and end it with them looking out over beautiful natural scenery. Buzz click hum. The wirr of engines. Buzz click hum. Mobil devises. Buzz click hum. Doors sliding open. Buzz click- Alana was quiet, head slumped on a window sill, eyes cast down, right toes tapping impatiently. Heavy coat. Hat pulled over forehead. It was dark. It was bright. It was quiet. It was loud.  The man across Alana would say it was dark, burrowing through the tunnels at high speeds. He would say it was quie...

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“Walking in the woods” by Anna Weber

Submitted to Contest #88

The apple is crisp and sweet. The seller all worn and warts. The snap of each bite a promise and a wish. But my lids stay light, and the sun sinks slow, and my story is still unstarted. Awake, awake, awake. Every day, awake.  The days in Story all run the same. Never met the wolf. Never met the witch. Never danced at the prince’s ball. The dreaded invitation comes crisp quarterly. I am always cordially invited. I never bother to attend.  Built my house of straw and yet it stands still. Unblown. Uncrumpled. No huffs or...

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“Bubbles” by Anna Weber

Submitted to Contest #86

Write about a character coming out of a long hibernation (either literal or metaphorical). Dull monotone voices bouncing over my head. A bright white screen projecting flat images of cartoon characters explaining how to solve systems of equations. The teachers had really given up this year. Falling back on old videos they had dug up from the depths of the internet. My mask itched. My breath was hot. I had to pee. I rested my head on my hands, letting my fingers weave through my scalp. I pulled at my hair, lightly tugging at the roots of the ...

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“The City Wall” by Anna Weber

Submitted to Contest #85

Start your story with the line, “That’s the thing about this city…” “That’s the thing about this city,” She said through mouthfuls of her Double-Decker Breezy-Bite sandwich. “You never know what’s coming next. It’s all a mystery!” She briefly put down her sandwich to gesture with her hands above her head. “Oh, come on Cindy. Don’t go on about this again.” I scoffed. “It’s true!” She wiped the sauce off her face and put her hands down on the table. “Think about it. What do you do every day?” I rolled my eyes. “I check the mail, I do my work, ...

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“The Ghosts of the Past” by Anna Weber

Submitted to Contest #84

Write about someone who grew up in a bunker, and lockdown life is all they’ve ever known. Sometimes I wonder. Wonder what it’s like outside. What it’s like in the real world. With real people. In a place where my actions matter, and I could feel useful. In a place where every day was different from the last. But the room around me was small. Light grey walls with white furniture and back accents. The curtains over the windows. The lights off. The floor musty with the weight of not giving a crap. I was sick. I was weak. I was laying on the fl...

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“A Bright Red Lolipop” by Anna Weber

Submitted to Contest #77

Write about someone who gets stuck in their workplace during a blizzard and decides to explore rooms they aren’t normally allowed in. There is something magical in stepping on pure, white, untouched snow. It’s the triumphant feeling of knowing you’re the first one to step on it. And you know it’s stupid, but when you’re looking at the blank white covering of snow, and you’re planting your foot deep into the blanket of purity, you can’t help but feel that burst of adrenaline. I’m the first one to step foot here. I’m the explorer. I’m the fir...

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“Letting it All Burn Down” by Anna Weber

Submitted to Contest #76

Write a story told exclusively through dialogue. It’s late. Where were you? Just out… with the guys Mhmm. And by “Guys”, do you mean that woman I’ve been seeing you with? Maybe. Listen, Steven, we need to talk. It’s about your job. The Fire Company? Yes, the Fire Company! I think it’s had a bad influence on the children. What could be bad about burning their belongings? Setting fires is always great! My family has been doing it for generations. No, it’s not. Listen, I think you should find a new job. One that pays better. One that...

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“The Barbershop Closet” by Anna Weber

Submitted to Contest #75

Start your story with one character making a vow they never would have made the year before.Never in my life did I expect to be behind the wheel of a spaceship, 70 lightyears from Earth, vowing to never again step foot into a barbershop closet. And it all began with a bad hair day.Picture a warm summer’s day, ice cream dripping off the freckled chins of girls, boys screams chasing one another through grass, a feeling of joy in the air. That afternoon, I decided my hair was too long.It stuck out in jagged peaks, tangled too easily, was a nigh...

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“Randy's Bird” by Anna Weber

Submitted to Contest #73

Someone who is given a bird for the holidays but doesn’t know how to take care of it. The glow of the fireplace warmed my face. Swaddled in blankets, the glistening lights of the tree behind me, I closed my eyes and let the moment sink into my mind. Every little problem melted away like the chocolate chips in my cocoa. A dusty photograph with an old wooden frame stared down at me from the wall. Smiling faces and rosy cheeks wrapped up tightly with red and green scarves. But reality gripped me with cold hands, and I set down the mug. When ...

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