Gabrielle Stengele

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jan, 2021

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“The Death of Lilith Monstrath” by Gabrielle Stengele

Submitted to Contest #211

The flames were dull, growing tired of their dance, stumbling and sinking into themselves as if they were a person trudging through the desert. It had been working hard to bite back at the cold that seeped in from outdoors, but luckily, even as it died out, Lilith’s body was curled in the shape of a fetus beneath a blanket while her cold, limp skull floated in her ocean of blonde hair, contained within my lap that formed a valley. Although the night was closing in on me and my head was getting heavy, I still had to trace every frec...

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“June” by Gabrielle Stengele

Submitted to Contest #202

*Contains mild language *Contains mild gore The large door sucked the air from her lungs as it swung into the room. In the large white frame, there stood a middle-aged woman with messy, black hair and pale brown eyes. Her matte cheeks were reclined, which emphasized the trajectory of her lips, sunken to her chin. She gave April a flat stare, who tried to compensate by offering a small, sweet smile and holding out a vase of flowers. April knew June’s favor...

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“25 Years” by Gabrielle Stengele

TW: suicide and s/h, violence and abuse, mental illness It feels like my head is the exhaust of a broken car, trembling violently, spewing out smoke and wailing to release the pressure within. With each thwack of my fist against my skull, it throbs worse, but I love the pain. It relieves me more than the lit cigarette in my right hand. I’m hoping my head catches fire as I slam my cigarette-hand against it, but I’d take any horrible fate right now, like spontan...

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“Harmony” by Gabrielle Stengele

Submitted to Contest #82

She had been dealing with tired eyes and blue highs for hours until, finally, she bypassed the coding and found herself applying the dome to her own. It strapped beneath her chin and pressed to her skull. The surface was cold yet it was bliss, knowing what the potential was. Her eyes squinted at a lifeless screen. Unnamed was squatted in bold letters at the top of the page. Beneath that, there were three buttons: Go, Stop, and Menu. Her finger hit the first option before she put her phone down and sat back to l...

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