Brenda Wilson

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Sep, 2022

Stories (5)

5 Stories

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“Shattered Reflections of Holloway Manor” by Brenda Wilson

Submitted to Contest #221

Death is a cruel mistress and became incarnate at Holloway Manor exactly 100 years ago. On October 13, 1923, James Holloway murdered his wife and two daughters. Emily Claire stopped typing and closed her laptop with a sigh. The future of her career, at The News Room, hinged on this article’s success. “Struggling?” Dorian asked beside her. Outside rain drummed against t...

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“Hope on the Other Side of the Fence” by Brenda Wilson

Submitted to Contest #181

“Let’s go for a walk,” says Kristoff. A walk, he says as if it isn’t so blistering cold our toes may freeze at any moment. A walk, as if we have the power to truly go anywhere. As if there isn’t a fence between us, keeping us from touching, from loving, from the warmth each other provides. As if we aren’t prisoners. As if… I shutter. Momma reminds me every morning ...

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“New Year--Same Me” by Brenda Wilson

Submitted to Contest #179

New Year Resolutions: I will no longer allow others to steal my happiness. It is my responsibility. No one else’s. When Jimmy calls, I will not answer. I don’t care how cute he looked in that bow tie at the New Year’s Eve party last night. I don’t care that my knees still buckled when he touched my lower back to walk around me. I don’t care that his aftershave is still embedded into my pill...

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“Orphan Train” by Brenda Wilson

Submitted to Contest #168

Two little eyes and a frown. I draw these onto the fogged-up window as the train chugs into the tunnel. My four-year-old sister, Kate, is asleep on my leg, drooling all over my only clean dress. I want to wake her up. I want to be mad at her for soiling the last thing Mama gave me—the last thing she ever will. But I don’t have the strength. Papa said everything will be alright now. We’d be sa...

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“Serendipitous” by Brenda Wilson

Submitted to Contest #166

“Fine.” I swallow the lump in my throat. “Then I quit.” I set his coffee down on the Mahogany table and pretend my insides haven’t just turned to jello. The two caterpillar-sized eyebrows on Rob’s head knit into one. “You can’t quit, Keira. Because you’re fired!” I spin around and rush out of the corner office of my long-time boss, Robert Stoop. I only make it halfway to my thin, wooden, ...

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Author bio

Aspiring fiction author. I have written two full length novels, hopeful to publish them soon!