Darlene Chaney

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Apr, 2022

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“Coming Home” by Darlene Chaney

Submitted to Contest #202

Trigger Warnings: War/grief       Catherine McKee stood outside the busy and nearly flooded train depot, anxiously waiting for the Rock Island Line to bring her husband home. Fortunately, her trench coat and matching hat kept her new Lane Bryant dress dry and her hairdo frizz-free; after all, she wanted to look her best for her soldier boy’s return home.       It had been six long months since she last saw ...

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“Just One Click” by Darlene Chaney

Submitted to Contest #188

Just One Click    Triggers: Narcissistic abuse, Mental illness, Language, abortion, suggestions of violence     Lacy Carpenter sits at her computer desk/vanity eating a microwaved TV dinner. She takes the last bite, then dumps the empty cardboard tray into a nearby trashcan. She looks out of her Sedona apartment window and watches Spring’s new birth unfold.  Too bad, there’s no sign of life in here, sh...

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“The Confession” by Darlene Chaney

Submitted to Contest #155

  Grief: Illness/Death; Language       Maria Garcia sits at her mother's bedside anxiously watching her chest rise and fall. Maria’s eyes are drawn to a photograph taken just the year before.  Before cancer destroyed their lives and especially, her mother’s body. “Unbelievable,” she whispers to herself, comparing the healthy-looking woman with full, rosy cheeks in the photograph to the shriveled body lying in the bed; her face, pale, gaunt, resembling plaster ...

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“Character Flaw” by Darlene Chaney

Submitted to Contest #147

(Content warnings: Swearing/Mental health issues) It was dark by the time she had regained consciousness. She pried her forehead from the steering wheel and wiped the coagulated substance off with the back of her hand. She cried out in agony as muscles spasmed in her neck. The only source of light was the faint glow from the full moon hovering over the car. She had no recollection of where she was, where she had been, where she was going, or even who she was. All she could tell was that she’d somehow co...

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Author bio

Searching for the truth takes more than opening one's eyes, it takes opening one's mind as well. I'm a senior woman, wife, mother, granny, great-granny, and writer of all forms of prose. I suppose I was bitten by the ' writing bug' at an early age and time has only increased my intrigue for the MYSTERY and SUSPENSE of it all. Email: tqbruce2@gmail.com