Anne McSommers

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Nov, 2020

Stories (10)

10 Stories

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“Ambush” by Anne McSommers

Submitted to Contest #100

Ellie was running late.  She had considered canceling when she realized, but knew that would raise questions that she did not want to answer.  Instead she arrived home, late, and exhausted. She changed into an “appropriate” outfit and headed out the door. She cursed as she almost got her dress stuck in the door of the car. It wasn’t a new drew, but she didn’t wear this kind of thing often, and between the dress and heels she felt off balance. She was still out of sorts when she grasped the ornate door knocker...

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“The Magician” by Anne McSommers

Submitted to Contest #93

“I don’t want to go mom.”   “I didn’t ask you if you wanted to go, I told you we were going.  It’s your cousin’s birthday, she is turning six and she wants you there.”   He interrupted her. “She has her school friends Mom, she isn’t going to give a shit if I miss out, and Sandra is having a pool party.”  Sandra, oh beautiful Sandra who always wore a bikini even though she never swam. “Language, and Sandra throws pool parties every weekend, you can miss one.  How are you going to feel if your cousin...

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“Things Left Unsaid” by Anne McSommers

Submitted to Contest #92

Oliver sat on the bed staring at the closet.  It was a daunting task, going through someone else’s belongings.  To look at what remained and decide what did and did not have value.  It felt wrong to throw away any of it.  Benjamin had had so little in the end that every bit of it must have been precious to him. You acquire a lot of things over your life, as you and your space grow, but then there comes a point in your life where something shifts and the spaces stop getting larger.  The opposite happens, you go from...

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“The Escape” by Anne McSommers

Submitted to Contest #90

He sat pressing his right cheek up against the cool window. He had his arms wrapped around his messenger bag, trying to make himself as small as possible. He tried to focus on the rhythmic clanging of the train running along the rails, the rain on the window, anything to take his attention away from the claustrophobic number of people on the train. Ba-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum He felt a foot tap against his and shifted to press his feet under his seat. It wouldn't be sustainable for long, but the constant touch of bodies again...

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“Anonymous” by Anne McSommers

Submitted to Contest #85

I hate the city.  I am alone here, and nobody knows who I am, no one cares.  I could disappear and no one would notice.  It’s the first place I have ever lived that I am afraid to walk around at night. In winter, when the days run short, I am forced to run straight home to avoid being caught out after dark. When I do finally get home, I always lock the door immediately. Even then check it about 15 times before I go to bed. I even check the balcony door a few times, because even though I live on the 4th floor, you hea...

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“Fool's Gold” by Anne McSommers

Submitted to Contest #83

This was it. The moment that my life had turned into a romantic cliché. This one being “and there was only one bed”.  I had known it was too good to be true when my friend Lara had turned up after eight months of radio silence and offered me her ticket. A 10-day long vacation in Hawaii, and all I had to pay was my own airfare. She had assured me that the rest was covered, an all inclusive actually. It had been a Valentine’s gift pre-purchased for the woman who had turned down her Christmas proposal. She had conside...

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“Maladroit” by Anne McSommers

⭐️ Shortlisted for Contest #82

Elanor paused before she spoke. Was it time for her to speak? Was that gap for dramatic effect, or was Thomas really done speaking? She ran through 47,329 scenarios in the 20 second silence and before she could insert her reply, she was beat to it by another. She didn’t understand how they knew it was their turn. They had such a limited processing capacity, and yet with certainty they knew when it was their turn to speak. They did not appear to use the majority of their processing units or as they called them mor...

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“Failure to Thrive” by Anne McSommers

Submitted to Contest #78

She stood in the middle of the store staring longingly at the brightly colored package.  She wanted to try it, it was a simple thing, such an incredibly simple thing. Made for children really, but she wanted it anyways. It was a beginner’s kit of sculpting clay. She turned and hurried from the store, sad in a way she couldn’t explain. She wasn’t good with clay; she had tried many times before and it never quite turned out the way she wanted it to. When she arrived home she entered, and looked at the bins of crafting sup...

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“Starry Night” by Anne McSommers

Submitted to Contest #77

‘This is the biggest mistake I have ever made.’ He thought, as he stood beside the car staring in horror at the smoke rising into the air. It was supposed to be romantic.  A rustic cabin, in the middle of the woods. No electricity, no internet, no phone, just the two of the for one night and two blissful days. Tom had even looked into the details, even though Dessy probably wouldn’t believe it now. It was a one room cabin, two if you counted the bathroom, a fireplace for heat, a woodstove to cook on. He had watched...

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“The Choice” by Anne McSommers

⭐️ Shortlisted for Contest #75

Trigger warning: Suicide "I choose myself’"   Les sighed as he made the vow, and he turned his collar up against the harsh wind. He looked down over the edge of the building. This building was 100-126 feet tall; he knows that because stating the estimated building heights from the number of floors was something Cal used to do as they walked by them. Every time they walked by one over 8 floors actually. It was a little-known fact but if you fall from a distance 48 feet you have a 50% chance of dying, if you take that up to...

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Shortlisted 2 stories ⭐️

Contest #82
Maladroit – read story
Contest #75
The Choice – read story