C. Weisbecker

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Dec, 2019

Stories (6)

6 Stories

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“The Bubble Finally Burst” by C. Weisbecker

Submitted to Contest #44

Only a few days had passed since Adam left me, and pardon the cliché, but the truth was he left me at the altar. Mumbling something about not being ready for a lifetime commitment, mingled with repetitions of “I’m really, really sorry, Maggie,” before I knew what hit me, Adam turned away and stepped out of my reach. And, mere hours later, he stepped out of my life. Finding our apartment emptied of everything Adam owned, I stuffed my belongings into two worn duffel bags, tossed my keys down on the ...

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“In for a Treat” by C. Weisbecker

Submitted to Contest #42

When Norman Aman pulled open the classroom door and stepped inside, every eye turned to look. A stream of silence bloomed into a wave as one child raised eyebrows at the other. It wasn’t that Norman looked strange. He wore his usual navy-blue pants, polished black shoes, and crisp, white collared shirt. A twinkling gold chain peeked out from behind the unbuttoned top holes. Norman enjoyed wearing jewelry, and most recently, to celebrate his sixtieth birthday, he had his ear pierced with a large diamond stud. He glanced ar...

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“The List” by C. Weisbecker

Submitted to Contest #39

Marcus wondered if the Council would ever choose him. And, early one morning, as he gazed at the fading stars from his kitchen window, his transmitter band beeped of an incoming call. He was finally chosen. Now Marcus could show everyone his significance. His value. His worth. The next—even more important—step would be the List. Marcus hummed a lively show tune from the early twentieth century—old show tunes fascinated him—called Anything Goes while he directed the drink dispenser ...

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“The Premium Kind” by C. Weisbecker

Submitted to Contest #37

Leo’s cell phone thumped like the downpour of rain. He ignored it, but Elsa didn’t. “Aren’t you going to answer it?” “Nope.” He shoved the phone into his pocket. “It’s nobody important. Just Heather.” Her heavy eyelashes fluttered. “Who’s Heather?” &nbsp...

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“Loyalty Beats Love” by C. Weisbecker

Submitted to Contest #34

My dad’s tiny cabin sits nestled near the Coconino National Forest in Flagstaff, Arizona, where over 100 years ago, Mother Nature sprinkled a fairy-dust mixture of Ponderosa pines, aspens and Douglas firs. She was generous. The closer I approach Dad’s place, the scent of trees and foliage beckon me to inhale, and the weight of Phoenix drifts away like a marshmallow cloud. Besides Dad, I join my brother Greg for a family game night, and the cabin bulges from beer, burps, boa...

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“I Don't Play the Harmonica” by C. Weisbecker

Submitted to Contest #26

Whenever the holidays approach, I’m filled with dread. Not the dread that spills from your heart when your boss tells you to clean out your desk. Or the dread that’s a heavy weight that chomps away at your soul when your doctor insists you give up fast food or else you’ll die. No. I’m talking about something far worse—holiday dread. Yearly celebrations which include an orchestra of gleaming instruments—compliments of an overbearing but musically inclined family...

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Author bio

C. Weisbecker earned her Masters of English & Creative Writing from Southern New Hampshire University; her fiction has appeared in the Penmen Review, the Binnacle, Mark Literary Review, and Adelaide Books included her short story, “Bo and Arrow,” in their 2019 Children’s Literature and Illustration Anthology.