Chelsey B

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Feb, 2022

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34 Stories

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“It’s Not Always Easy, But It’s Always Worth It” by Chelsey B

Submitted to Contest #181

My nanny makes me and my brothers go outside almost every day. It doesn’t matter if it’s pouring rain or if there’s a blizzard she’s taking us out. She even got my mom and dad to buy us rain pants that we can wear year round, so mud puddles or slush won’t keep us inside. On some days I put up a huge stink when she tells us it’s time to go out. I refuse to put my snow pants on, distract my brothers from getting dressed by trying to wrestle with them, or I scream that nature is boring and I don’t want to go. Sometimes this works, and my nann...

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“Some Days Are Like That ” by Chelsey B

Submitted to Contest #180

Edie awoke to the pitter patter of raindrops on the roof. She yawned, stretched, and rolled over. As she drifted back to sleep, she could hear her baby brother, Whit, crying from down the hall. A few moments later, or so it seemed, Edie’s mother burst into her room. “Oh no, you’re not up yet? Edie, we’re late. You’ve got to wake up!” Her mother gently shook Edie’s shoulder. Edie opened her eyes and smiled. “Good morning, mommy,” she said. “Honey, you need to get ready. Whit is sick, so I can’t drive you to school today....

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“Out Before the Ball Drops” by Chelsey B

Submitted to Contest #179

It was 4:34am when I rolled out of bed, bleary eyed with a head full of tangles. I stepped into my slippers and shuffled first to the bathroom, where I took care of business, and then to the kitchen. I flipped the light switch up and winced as my eyes adjusted to the brightness. I yawned, stretched, let out a big sigh, and began to fill our backpacks. I stuffed every available pocket with sandwiches, snacks, extra mittens, socks hand warmers and anything else I thought we might need to successfully spend 14 hours outside in December. I piled...

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“Who Cooks for You?” by Chelsey B

Submitted to Contest #178

Anja slipped into her snow pants, pulled on her boots, and stuffed her arms into her jacket. She threw a hat over her head, grabbed a pair of mittens, and snuck out the back door, quiet as a mouse. “I’m going for a walk,” she said, as the door clicked shut, though she knew no one would hear her over the festivities inside. With snow crunching beneath her feet, and snow pants swishing with each step, she ran to the woods. Once she was safe under the cover of her pines, Anja stopped to catch her breath and zip her jacket. She glanced bac...

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