Destinee Jenkins

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Nov, 2019

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“Dear Elizabeth, I'm Sorry” by Destinee Jenkins

Submitted to Contest #36

Der Diree, Mommy gav me u. Jenny haz 1 n I wan be lik her. I go two skool now n I m big gurl two! My fren Amy iz not nis. Amy sed I m stoopid a cuz I m jus lurnin two rit n cownt. Amy's mommy lurned her how two do stuffs a four we wen two skool. My mommy iz wurkin so her duz not have tim. Jenny woodnt lurn me how two a cuz she iz two big two. I dunt thin I m stoopid. I m smart. Mommy telld me so. Deer Diree,I am in first grade this yeer. Jenny i...

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“Maybe Tomorrow” by Destinee Jenkins

Submitted to Contest #20

"Bzzzz! Bzzz!"For most people, this would be the sound of their alarm clock buzzing, announcing the start of another day.For her, it is the sound of her preschooler, imitating a mechanical noise in lieu of telling her good morning. Heaving a sigh, she rolls herself over to look into his large grey eyes. "That time already, love?" she mumbles. He giggles and heaves himself up beside her, snuggling into her side. Brushing strands of dark blonde hair off his forehead, she bends to kiss him, this baby of hers. They stay there, e...

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“Freedom From Want” by Destinee Jenkins

Submitted to Contest #17

The line was long, longer than Mama thought it would be. Stood to reason it would be, though, given how hard times had got. Rumor had it the mob was runnin' this soup kitchen. Mama said you don't question where the hand that fed you come from; you just accept the help and be grateful. Daddy would've had a fit if he'd known, but Daddy's been dead six months now. Guess what he don't know won't hurt him.Bobby's gettin' antsy. He never could stand still, and there must be a thousand people in this line alone. Jenny looks ...

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“What Became of Red Riding Hood” by Destinee Jenkins

Submitted to Contest #16

Don't go in the woodsThe words pounded against her skull as she ran, stumbling over a stray tree root as she went. Ahead of her, drawing closer by the second, the forest's edge loomed. Tree branches waved in the air, beckoning her. Behind her, shouts of the mob chasing her echoed. Don't go in the woodsVillagers knew the story well: those who entered the wood beyond the east edge of the village never returned. Less suspicious folks believed they had simply found a better settlement somewhere else. The...

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Writer. Dreamer. Mother.