Brianna A.

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Dec, 2020

Stories (7)

7 Stories

115 karma pts

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“One Rainy Night” by Brianna A.

Submitted to Contest #104

Rain pounded against the window panes in a steady rhythm. Fractured beams of light from the streetlamps filtered through the drops, casting tiny streaks of rainbow light across the pages of Marissa’s book. She sighed contentedly, wrapping her oversized blue sweater closer around her body to ward off the slight chill of the evening. In her cocoon of checkered fuzzy blankets, a steaming cup of Earl Grey tea sending its soothing scent into the air, she felt safe. The demands of working forty hours a week at the local Walmart fell away. ...

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“Practice Doesn't Always Make Perfect” by Brianna A.

Submitted to Contest #76

Cautiously, Hanna picked her way through the crowded hallways of her high school. Keeping her head down and her eyes trained firmly on the floor, she mumbled barely audible excuses to her peers as she crept past. None of them seemed to notice her, but at least with her head bowed she couldn’t see how they stared at her with their haughty expressions. Above her head, the school speakers crackled to life with the overly-enthusiastic voice of Carol Reems. “Fellow Lincoln High students! Remember that the cast list for the spring musical ...

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“Ink Stained” by Brianna A.

Submitted to Contest #75

Thin rays of sunlight pierced through masses of grey clouds, lighting Layla’s small bedroom in soft hues. An apology from the sky for an otherwise dreary winter day. Pearls of frozen rain still clung to her window pane, the crystalized droplets now shining bright as diamonds as the afternoon sun glistened weakly. Pinpricks of sunlight dotted across the lined writing paper Layla bent over. Spread across her well-worn laminate desk were crumbled notes and stacks of loose paper full of small, cramped handwriting. In places, ink from Lay...

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“Reading Mania” by Brianna A.

Submitted to Contest #74

With a shrill beeping that jolted her awake, Zoe’s alarm on her phone announced that it was 7:00 o’clock. Only four hours and fifty-nine minutes left in the year 2020. Rubbing sleeping grit from her eyes, Zoe scrambled to sit up, her desk chair creaking as she pushed it backward. Red creases marked her otherwise pale skin, indicators of how long Zoe had slept with her arms down on her wooden desk, head buried in the crook of her elbows. Running a nervous hand through her hair, Zoe stood, inwardly cursing herself for falling asleep.&n...

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“A Mark Made” by Brianna A.

Submitted to Contest #73

“You don’t understand!” Prince Leo, third son and fifth child of King Arlon and Queen Ellia, fumed. Hands clenched at his side, he shot the tall man standing beside him a withering glare, the type royals had mastered centuries ago as they looked down on those of a lower social status. “I have to get this right!” he continued, beginning to pace frantically, his tennis shoes scuffing the chalk-drawn starting line. “I’m destined for this life!” Standing at the starting line, staring down the long dirt path that had been cleared for th...

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“Sugar-Tinted Memories” by Brianna A.

Submitted to Contest #71

Flour dusted across every surface in Kate’s kitchen, turning the inside of her apartment into a winter wonderland. The sharp scent of cinnamon and mixed spice permeated the air, filling her nostrils with a tangy Christmas smell. If only the smell itself could turn into cookies. For three hours now, Kate had been smashing and rolling dough, mixing different ingredients together in an attempt to recreate her grandfather’s famous gingerbread cookies. The recipe itself had long been lost, written down only on a scrap piece of paper, eith...

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“A Dream Blown Away” by Brianna A.

Submitted to Contest #70

Gasping in mock surprise, staged tears brimming her eyes, Anna clutched at the silver heart necklace adorning her pale throat. “Logan, are you sure?” The ring held out before her was gorgeous: not a huge diamond, barely the quarter size of a penny, but one any girl would still feel lucky to wear on her finger, flashing in the sun for all to admire. Yes, she’d be the envy of all of her friends. And not only for the ring. Logan was the type of man girls dreamed of ending up with, the kind of guy you notice across the bar and instantly ...

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Author bio

Greetings! Welcome to my page. Here you'll find a list of stories, updated frequently as I participate in the weekly writing prompts. As to the type of stories I write, I tend to gravitate towards fantasy, magical realism, historical fiction, and, occasionally, slice of life fiction. Mainly, I write novels. Lately, however, I've been attempting to branch out into short stories and poetry to flex my creative muscles.