Brooke Gardner

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Mar, 2020

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7 Stories

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“Darkness Doesn't Bother Me” by Brooke Gardner

Submitted to Contest #87

I am known classically as the trickster god. Yes, sometimes I am mischievous, but I haven't really been malicious...that often. The giants are evil, but me, little innocent Loki, am only the son of a giant, and you don't always grow to be what your father was (just don't tell Thor or Odin). It seems my appointed job was to stir things up when things were going well. You're welcome. It's a type of action that one wishes to avert when telling an actor to break a leg before a performance. I'm a star. I'm a blessing in disguise. Honestly, I wa...

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“Presenting Another Chance” by Brooke Gardner

Submitted to Contest #54

1999 “And I now present to you, the graduating class of 1999!” Those were the very last words of Mr. James Craig that young, blue-eyed Michelle Richards ever remembered. He had seen her through that year, well, he had seen them all through that year, or years, strictly speaking because she didn’t go to the school that he was the principal of, Marcus Madison High School for only one year. She was deaf to the joyous screams around her as her classmates threw their hats up in the air, ready to hand the baton to someone else. Michelle was inste...

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“Crystal Clear” by Brooke Gardner

Submitted to Contest #48

Leona Garth leaned forward expectantly. "How much longer...sir?" The man waiting at his desk looked up from not a long distance. He consulted his wrist timepiece as if he was a professional. "I can't say," he whispered as if his voice were joining with the wind outside. "Maybe another half hour. Ten minutes at my best guess--" He blinked at her before he returned to either disordering or straightening things in his bag. Leona was mute. She glanced at Frank's closed eyes. She could only barely tell that he was still breathing. This was enough...

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“Give me a Break” by Brooke Gardner

Submitted to Contest #46

The woman sitting down at the desk could have certainly had a better day. She pushed her large, black-rimmed glasses up her too flat nose once again (she had already repeated the action about a dozen to a million times; she had lost count long ago) as if that would help clear her mind, or fill it full of ideas, more like. She could have been doing about a million things, other than grow ditzy with her blank canvas of a mind, the more you observed her. She had frizzy brunette hair which she hadn’t bothered to run her aquamarine come through b...

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“June 29, 2014” by Brooke Gardner

Submitted to Contest #36

           One million and one, one million two…I felt as if I was pointlessly, and relentlessly counting the seconds until my final breath (which was odds were, many, many years away for my young, fair, strawberry tinted hair, sky blue eyes full of the inviting mystery of me). I lay in my bed motionless, a body barely even providing a dent as it rises in my bed and fell again as I breathed. It was night, I should’ve been sleepy. Wait, was I? I had forgotten what it felt like to be tired...

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“Don't Change” by Brooke Gardner

Submitted to Contest #33

I was ready. I was so ready. I was more prepared than usual. I was more prepared for life, love, heartbreak, and disappointment, more so than any other ordinary, plain, monotonous day. Would that be a bad thing? Is that a bad thing? Was it a bad thing? (Give me a moment.) Like I said before, it was a dull mindset that never changed. I was always in anticipation of something big because who knew? Today had to be better than yesterday, I was constantly fantasizing. Always ambitious and always let down. I should really be used to this expectant...

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“Cat Got Your Tongue” by Brooke Gardner

Submitted to Contest #33

Margaret Lucinda Brennan was so excited that day, it was difficult to sit still. She always felt like a bee constantly buzzing from wonderful flower, to gorgeous flower. She felt so adult (startlingly) and so childlike at the same time. She was at the beginning, and though she felt forever away from her destination, she felt like she was standing next to it already. It was all very mind-numbing, jubilant, and progressive. She was an adult. She had finally moved out of her hometown of Tazewell, Virginia and was ready for a new adventure. Thou...

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