Bekah Wren

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jun, 2024

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“The Right to Read” by Bekah Wren

Submitted to Contest #259

The lamb stew. All you have to do is ask for the Hungry Lamb Stew. Evie’s eyes flitted around the corners of the quiet street. A few mothers were grumbling about the growing prices of eggs as they hurried home to cook dinner for their families. An overworked university student buried his nose in a notebook at a café table, silently reciting chemistry formulas for an upcoming exam. No sign of the police, Evie thought. Evie glanced over her shoulder and opened the door to Camille’s Classic Bistro. Tinkling bells signaled her arrival among the ...

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“All My Love” by Bekah Wren

Submitted to Contest #258

Trigger Warning: Suicidal Thoughts - It was just a photograph. A moment caught in time that would be forever preserved in shades of gray and white. So why did it feel like the whole world depended on its existence? Kathy’s heels clicked against the concrete with urgency in every step. She glanced at her watch, frowning as the long hand crept closer to that ominous number seven. She closed her jacket, fingers trembling as she fastened the buttons against the icy winds. Anyone in their right mind would rush to take a cab back to their ap...

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“Keep Your Enemies Close” by Bekah Wren

Submitted to Contest #255

Trigger Warnings: Grief, physical violence, blood- It is said that the screams that filled the air that September night still echo through the city’s streets. Many people whispered about the source of the noise. Was it a bloody stand-off between gangs? Had vengeful spirits taken to haunting the streets? Was it simply a stray cat yowling under the light of the full moon? No one would ever guess that the screams came from one of the most feared criminals the city had seen in decades. “Why? Why did you come here?” Gideon held Casey in his arms....

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“Chance Encounter of a Young Lady” by Bekah Wren

Submitted to Contest #254

Lydia Ashbrook had been anticipating the Russell's ball for the entire month. However, when the day arrived, Lydia simply refused to go. At least, she would like to refuse if her parents weren’t so stubborn about insisting she attend. “It’s not fair, Hannah. How can they do this to me?” Hannah ran her fingers through her sister’s silky brown hair, searching for hidden tangles before fashioning it into an elegant twist. “Complaining is pointless, Lydia. We already told the Russells that we will be attending, and you would waste the dress Moth...

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Author bio

Avid reader and aspiring fiction author/editor. Currently pursuing a Bachelor's Degree in Creative Writing with a minor in Technical Writing.