Menu

Prompts

Directory Contests Magazine FAQ

Apps

reedsymarketplace

Hire professionals for your project

reedsyblog

Advice, insights and news

reedsylearning

Online publishing courses

reedsylive

Free publishing webinars

reedsydiscovery

Launch your book in style

Bestseller Podcast Book Cover Art Success Stories

Tools

Book Promotion Sites Book Review Blogs Booktube Channel Guide Book Title Generator Character Name Generator Independent Publishers Literary Agents Literary Magazines Pen Name Generator Plot Generator Publishers Directory Short Story Ideas Writing Contests Writing Exercises Writing Scholarships

Menu

Prompts

Contests

Stories

Blog

Directory

Contests

Magazine

FAQ

Eva Bernal

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Oct, 2020

Stories (6)

Comments

Library

8 Followers

2 Following

6 Stories

140 karma pts

?

Malediction

Eva Bernal

Submitted to Contest #205

Abbey woke the same way she had for the last five years, on her back and alone. She could see the palest of lights beginning, peeking in through the small crack between her filmy sheer curtains. Those curtains allowed her to watch the world awaken and move. She blinked her eyes rapidly, wishing for the millionth time that she could simply wipe away the tiny grains of sleep herself. She heard the soft rap on the door and Ms. Beatty peeked her head in. “Good morning Abbey,” she smiled warmly, as she did every morning, “It’s time to get u...

11 likes

Baijiu

Eva Bernal

Submitted to Contest #189

She curled her tails around her body and sighed. The rain was heavy and clouded her brain. She tried all at once to be both warm and cool. While this was a summer’s storm, the cave in which she laid was chilly. She never was fond of the cold despite her heavy fur. She shifted now, nestling deeper into despondency. She closed her eyes and let the sound of the rain take her to dream. When the storm stopped a few hours later, the heat began to creep in, creating a slow warm mist filling the cavern. She yawned and began to break from her slumb...

9 likes

Last Week

Eva Bernal

Submitted to Contest #165

I did it. I broke it. It was me. Jacob stepped forward, toes touching the lamp shards. He straightened his back, reaching quickly behind him to gently squeeze his sister’s arm. Janie was a waif of a thing, wide eyed and fearful she stood silently, obediently. David Marsh towered above his 10 year old son. Tonight he was blessedly sober but his eyes still carried an old menace. “Clean it up”, he said and strolled out the screen door. Jacob let out the breath he was holding and turned to his sister. “Quick, grab the broom and dustpan.” H...

15 likes

A Day in the Sun

Eva Bernal

Submitted to Contest #138

Abbey woke the same way she had for the last five years, on her back and alone. She could see the palest of lights beginning, peeking in through the small crack between her filmy sheer curtains. Those curtains allowed her to watch the world awaken and move. She blinked her eyes rapidly, wishing for the millionth time that she could simply wipe away the tiny grains of sleep herself. She heard the soft rap on the door and Ms. Beatty peeked her head in. “Good morning Abbey,” she smiled warmly, as she did every morning, “It’s time to get...

13 likes

Put Away

Eva Bernal

Submitted to Contest #68

Jenn snuggled closer to him. He was quiet, looking out into the distance. He smelled of their hike, their lovemaking, and just a lingering of his cologne. She loved Tom. He was steady, a good provider, and an amazing dad. She thought hard about these things as the sun began to rise over the lake. She breathed him in one last time and rose to start the fire. He stopped her gently, setting a strong callused hand on her arm. “Wait a minute.” She sat back down obediently. “I just want to enjoy the colors a mome...

14 likes

With You

Eva Bernal

Submitted to Contest #65

I wish you could see me this year. I look amazing. I must have checked myself in this mirror half a dozen times already. I can’t believe it. My skin is just the perfect shade of pale. I am, however, left with the harder decision of which party I am attending. On one hand, the jocks are throwing a killer kegger at Dylan’s, but Sam’s party are always a wild rave-like ride. And let’s be honest, Sam is hot. Like H-O-T, leave your boyfriend hot. Speaking of which, it’s odd I haven’t seen Max in days. I...

11 likes