Cheyenne Spicer

Author on Reedsy Prompts since May, 2023

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4 Stories

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“Fuzzy Socks” by Cheyenne Spicer

Submitted to Contest #250

              Five-year-old Dolly was playing with a variety of Hot Wheels in the hallway that led to her bedroom, lining the small cars up along the creases of the hardwood floor. Revving each car’s imaginary motor with the vibration of her tiny hand, preparing them for an extremely intense race. Exactly like the cars her daddy watched on TV every Sunday.              Dolly didn’t think the race her dad...

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“Obsessions” by Cheyenne Spicer

Submitted to Contest #238

This story contains mentions of self harm and mental health issues."Why doesn't..." Jessica sat on the edge of a twin bed in a college dorm with tears rolling down her cheeks.I met Jessica in 6th grade, we were 11. I remember sitting next to her in science class and I used all my 11 yr old charisma to make her my friend instantly.She seemed to like me and the feeling was mutual, she was really funny and easy to talk to. She wasn't as immature as all the other kids I hung out with. But soon I realized that Jessica had some real issues.She too...

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“Across the River” by Cheyenne Spicer

Submitted to Contest #229

Jamie stepped off the bus just as it was starting to snow. "Merry Christmas." He heard the bus driver say before closing the doors and driving off. Jamie was the only one to get off at this bus stop. He stood there scanning the short buildings that lined the only street in his small hometown. Nothing had changed, at least not for the better in the two years since he'd last been here. The buildings were looking more run down than they had before. He noticed that a few were missing, making the street look like a smile that was missing some t...

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“Snow on the River” by Cheyenne Spicer

Submitted to Contest #227

Candy and John sat on opposite ends of the couch with their heads propped up on their hands watching TV. "John," candy's voice was dull and bored but John could tell by the slight whine in the way she said his name that she was about to request something of him that he wasn't going to want to do. "What?" His voice equally dull with a hint of annoyance. "Go change the channel, this is boring." "What, no," John was glaring at the TV, but hadn't made any move toward it, "why can't you do it?" "You're closer, come on." Candy ...

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Author bio

I'm twenty-seven, I like to write and create for fun. Critiques welcome. My stories are inspired by my own experiences.