Beta Haaf

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Dec, 2024

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“Between Shadows and Light” by Beta Haaf

-It is a lovely day today. You will go out for a walk, won’t ya?” - Maria said through the door slide when she opened it to peak in her teenage daughter’s room. - Open a window to get some fresh air. Jeez! On this cool, fading afternoon, Maria urged Ellie to take a brisk walk along a winding path—a route promised to be not more than a two-hour trip. They used to go there, all four of them with bikes and spending afternoons playing on the big playground made of solid wood and steel and a long slide made of huge tubes. It was approximatel...

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“Can't let anything go | Part 1 ” by Beta Haaf

The wife, the motherThe clock on the wall ticked, steady and indifferent, as if mocking the chaos unravelling in the room. Zerina sat on the edge of the couch, her hands gripping her knees tightly. She wondered why he was making coffee so early in the morning. She couldn’t sleep, so she fiddled with her phone on the sofa when he came downstairs wearing his navy blue shirt and jeans.“-Why are you up so early?”“I’m going to work. I need to finish the project. There’s a deadline, and I’m a bit behind.”Then Liridon continued sipping his coffee, ...

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“My fibers ache” by Beta Haaf

Hi Beta, It is me, your old friend. I’ve been lingering at your parents’ house, stuck between old receipts and random paperclips, in some dusty boxes where all the childhood forgotten treasures used to amaze you. I am marinating in nostalgia, replaying the good times like a scratched CD from the '90s. Honestly, it’s bad enough to make my fibers ache! Do you recall those early days when you’d press me into service, sandwiching me between blank sheets, transferring your pencil strokes like a magician conjuring lines from thin air? I wasn’...

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“Shattered Truths” by Beta Haaf

Submitted to Contest #283

Shattered TruthsIn week 52 the little town already shimmered with the anticipation of festivies. Strings of twinkling lights adorned street corners, their glow reflected in the frosted windows of small houses. The air was somehow alive with the scent of candied almonds, cinnamon and vanilla -  sweet bakeries waiting to be shared. Yet amidst this explosion of life and light, Henrik remained unmoved in his own house. Only now did he notice the splinters on the frames of the old windows. It irritated him. How could one have lived in a pla...

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Author bio

I am slowly coming out of my shell to continue something that I have discontinued but enjoyed greatly in my life. When I was a teenager I preferred writing instead of partying and wandering around with friends, reading books, and exploring the possibilities of being a photographer. During spring break, when I was 15, I wrote my first longer story. Continued doing that, just for fun and mainly as therapy, along with my journaling, which started at the age of 11. When I was 20 I won a national contest with a story inspired by real events which I wrote when I was 16 and my book was published. Small publishing company that gave me the thought I should continue doing what Im doing. Still learning and exploring the opportunities of playing with words. Really hooked by documentaries and personal stories. I would appreciate open and constructive criticism considering I haven't written for a long time.