EJ Lagerberg

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jan, 2022

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“Sexy Threads” by EJ Lagerberg

Submitted to Contest #157

The Bluetooth speaker glowed a rainbow of colors as a 90s dance tune came on and filled the livestock arena with its infectious rhythm. Laurent snapped to attention and turned his ears to the music. It was his favorite song. He squared his shoulders, arched his back, his head held high on his long, graceful neck. He strutted to the song beneath the overhead lights, making eye contact with his enraptured audience. “I’m sexy and I know it,” crooned the speaker. The audience cheered and applauded. Laurent swished his tail. “Look at him, nose...

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“Seedling” by EJ Lagerberg

The light bulb flickered, humming to a dim glow in the sitting room of Symon Shevchenko’s farmhouse. He had refused to leave. He had lived in that house his entire life, born there, his father born there; he was too old, he told the mayor, to pick up and come to town with everyone else. What would he do there? He is farmer. He does not know how to live in a small apartment, surrounded by concrete. If the darkness decided to envelope him, so be it. &nbsp...

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“Seedling” by EJ Lagerberg

⭐️ Shortlisted for Contest #149

The light bulb flickered, humming to a dim glow in the sitting room of Symon Shevchenko’s farmhouse. He had refused to leave. He had lived in that house his entire life, born there, his father born there; he was too old, he told the mayor, to pick up and come to town with everyone else. What would he do there? He is farmer. He does not know how to live in a small apartment, surrounded by concrete. If the darkness decided to envelope him, so be it. He picked up a tattered copy of Gogol’s Dead Souls, put on his reading g...

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“Fog” by EJ Lagerberg

Submitted to Contest #128

“Tea.” She stared out the window at the fog rolling in, washing over the hillock, down the ravine and across her garden. She could smell the damp air, almost thick enough to break into a drizzle. She scanned the yard, remembering the chores she had meant to complete. “Tea,” she nodded, turning around to face the kitchen and her friend who was busy looking through cupboards. She pulled her shawl tight around her shoulders. “Please.” Damp and eerie mornings such as this were best met by a warm cup of tea. Coffee was too sharp, too ene...

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Shortlisted 1 story ⭐️

Contest #149

Seedling – read story