Betsy Remington☕

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Oct, 2020

Stories (19)

19 Stories

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“Meet the Neighbors” by Betsy Remington☕

Submitted to Contest #65

Gwen adored her new house with its gray shutters and white picket fence.  The three-bedroom ranch with a laundry room in the basement was perfect for her needs, no matter how particular, even at the cost of a Minnesota winter. As she strolled into the house for the first time as a new homeowner, she breathed a sigh of relief.  She had hired a moving company to haul all of her belongings, and she was worried that they would damage some of the antiques.  Luckily, her fertility goddess still had all of her naughty bits, and her 1...

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“Marital Spat” by Betsy Remington☕

Submitted to Contest #65

The last couple of weeks had been tough on Brian.  There was the fight with his wife that he couldn’t even remember, and then she had left him to go to her sister’s for a week.  Yvonne was back now, but she just ignored him and acted like he wasn’t even there.  He would try talking to her, but she would just screw her face up like she was going to cry and leave the room. So now he was left to talk to the cat.  “You’re the only one who appreciates me, buddy,” he said, stroking the tabby’s head as they sat on the couch watc...

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“#Spooky” by Betsy Remington☕

Submitted to Contest #65

“This is so cliche,” Rebecca said as she panned the flashlight across the ground.  “I mean, a cemetery at midnight?” “Come on, Bex,” Jon cajoled.  “It will be perfect for your Insta.  We find some cool graves, pose you out.  Hashtag spooky, hashtag I want candy.  Your followers will love it!” Rebecca could only agree.  Jon was the genius that brought her to where she was on social media.  If it wasn’t for him, she would still be posting basic makeup tutorial vids from her bedroom rather than getting free st...

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“The Burning Leaves of Change” by Betsy Remington☕

Submitted to Contest #63

By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire.  The trees were lit like the torches of the giants and cast a glow on the people below as they ran pell-mell.  Some carried shopping bags and shoe boxes, dropping items and not looking back in their hurry.  Others carried signs that were almost forgotten in their rush to leave the war-zone-like atmosphere.  Their faces were distorted with the anger and fear they all felt. I did not want to be in this crowd where it seemed almost anything could happen, among this crow...

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Author bio

I live in the Chicago area with my family and herd of cats. You can think of me as the Lion Queen. My reading tastes vary from horror and suspense to cozy mysteries and chick-lit, and my writing has as much range, spanning from a zombie horror epic to children's stories about princesses and superhero felines. Follow me on Twitter @RemingtonBetsy .