Danica Zink

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Aug, 2023

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“Hattie's Storm” by Danica Zink

Submitted to Contest #288

The frigid wind tore through the streets, kicking up the soft powder that dusted the sidewalks turning window panes into round, muted versions of their true shapes, before depositing it at the doors of the three story marble building at the end of the street. Save for the wind, all was quiet in that hushed way that only happens when the snow absorbs the sounds that usually bounce along the pavement and off the walls of buildings. Inside, an unusually high number of people peruse the shelves, lined top to bottom with words. Everything from fa...

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“Concerning Neighbors” by Danica Zink

Submitted to Contest #286

“Adele dear, how good to hear your voice! A whole week between Sunday’s is just too long to go without a proper chat,” Marge said as she picked up the phone receiver and wound the cord around her index finger.“Don’t I know it! This house is simply too lonesome to not give my dear friend a mid-afternoon call!” Adele’s bright young voice held the tone of the same smile she would have borne if she had been talking to her friend in person. “Not to mention I have made every recipe I know a hundred times and desperately need some new inspiration.”...

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“My Girl” by Danica Zink

Submitted to Contest #281

Life was simple. As soon as I was taken from my shipping box, I had very few surprises. I was placed in a bin where my job was to simply wait. Wait to be shuffled to the top, wait to be noticed, wait to be returned to the bin. Some days would be more exciting than others, of course. I could go from top to bottom and back again five times in a day if it was busy, but no matter how many times I was picked up, I would always be put back and the lemur, dog, or unicorn next to me would be picked up. Some came back, some didn’t.Of course none of u...

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“Monotony” by Danica Zink

Submitted to Contest #277

Her bleary gray eyes scanned the small square of horizon that appeared on her window screen. Small trees swayed in the breeze as streaky clouds slowly etched their way across the gray-blue sky, nearly mirroring the cloudy gray-blue of her gaze. In the foreground, little purple flowers dipped their heads to her as if in greeting and two small birds hopped gently on the ground. If she had blinked at the wrong moment, she wouldn't have noticed that occasionally the little birds would appear to be missing a foot where one had just been a moment ...

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Author bio

I love reading and occasionally imagine that I can write something myself that others might like to read. Thanks for being here!