Des Feller

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Apr, 2020

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“Bonfire ” by Des Feller

Submitted to Contest #77

"You're coming to the bonfire tonight, right?" Her hand swings over my shoulder, and I bend forward at the sudden impact, almost dropping my phone in the process. "Jeez Zoe, keep that thing under control," I say with a laugh, pushing her away. She laughs too, hooking her arm over me again as we continue down the hallway of our nearly empty high school. "What, you mean my arm?" she says innocentl...

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“You've Got A Friend In Me” by Des Feller

Submitted to Contest #38

“Ok, first you have to play C,” Mack says, pressing his ring finger on the lowest string. I watch intently as he strums downward, and look down to the instrument in my own hands. A worn ukulele sits in my lap, the back covered in stickers, as though to cover up something darker. I put my ring finger on the lowest string, third ‘fret’ and strum downwards, just how Mack showed me. I rub my fingers together as the strings send a vibration through my hand. I look back up to Mack happily. “Yes, just like that, Chica!” he says encouragingly...

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“The Community of the Moon” by Des Feller

Submitted to Contest #37

“The moon is dead,” the old woman hissed. Her gnarled fingers gripped the girl's arm, and her words seemed to slither into Elena's ear like an unwanted snake. Elana's eyes widened in surprise for a moment before she softened her gaze, and pulled her arm from the grasp of the village loon. “Come on, Ena, it’s okay. See, look,” she takes the old woman’s hand in her own, pointing it to the celestial planet that hung in the sky, telling Elana that it was near sunrise, and was about half way through the month. “The moon is okay. It’s right th...

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“Forever Yours” by Des Feller

Submitted to Contest #37

Biana Coles was used to people ignoring her and her beautiful store. As a relatively new business owner, it made sense why she wasn’t being taken seriously. The fact that she was only five foot three inches in a crowd of hundreds probably could have contributed to her problem. She was new, small, and shy. Probably not the best combination to attract people to her new, small, incredibly quaint bookstore on the south end of Evercreek State Mall.  Biana sighs softly to herself, clutching the thin golden chain hanging around her ...

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Author bio

I prefer sunrises to sunsets, despite the fact that I hate mornings. I prefer video call to texting, because I can see her face and hear her voice at the same time. I prefer autumn to spring, because I can feel everything falling, and it reminds me of falling asleep. I prefer typing words to handwriting them, because I am chaos when I write, and it helps me create order.