Esther Rose

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Oct, 2020

Stories (4)

4 Stories

123 karma pts

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“Techno Queen of Berlin” by Esther Rose

Submitted to Contest #93

Oontz-oontz-oontz-oontz went the driving beat as Gilda hopped, writhed, wiggled, stomped—showering beads of sweat on the warehouse floor. Her short, curly hair was now a wet mop on her head, tendrils plastered to her forehead and dripping leave-in-conditioner into her eyes. If she were home in St. Paul right now, she would be rushing to the restroom to wipe down her face, reapply her lipstick, and straighten her pantyhose. But she wasn’t—she was in Berlin, a club-kid paradise where no one knew her, and where there were literally ...

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“Almost a Diva” by Esther Rose

Submitted to Contest #93

Linda stared at the wedding invitation on her writing desk, reading and re-reading to make sure her mind wasn't playing tricks on her.  You are invited to the karaoke wedding of Carlotta and David, save the date! July 23rd... There was a picture of her daughter beaming under a disco-ball with a microphone in her hand, David's arm around her waist. Carlotta had smile lines around h...

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“Sister, Savior, Scientist” by Esther Rose

Submitted to Contest #92

"I feel raw, like a naked nerve or something. Like my protective coating is missing," Mariah said, fumbling with a button on her blouse. The room was pitch black except for the bright, projected image of a neuron on one wall, its branching dendrites like an uprooted flower.  "That sounds exactly like the intersection of depression and anxiety," Dr. Daily said.  Mariah nodded, her gaze unfo...

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“Invisible to the Devil” by Esther Rose

⭐️ Shortlisted for Contest #91

It was in this moment, about halfway through Nella Larsen’s novel “Quicksand,” that Andrea realized that she had left her husband. She was sitting in a red-lined ornate chair at a carved mahogany table at the Chicago Grand library, a thing she did most Saturday afternoons. But unlike many other Saturdays, she had packed a small satchel of her personal effects, especially things she might sell. She had given herself an alibi, claiming that she would be spending the weekend at her cousin’s estate. All she had known when she left the house w...

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Author bio

I'm a new mom and a mobile app developer, writing stories and essays in the margins of my day--between diaper changes, during naps. I write a lot of story drafts on my phone as emails to myself late at night. I hope to apply to an MFA program in creative writing and I'm working on establishing a solid writing habit and a good showcase of my writing abilities. Thankfully my life has given me a lot of material to draw upon! I was grateful to be shortlisted for my first submission, "Invisible to the Devil."

Shortlisted 1 story ⭐️

Contest #91
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