Genevieve Willingham

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Mar, 2020

Stories (7)

7 Stories

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“The Undisputed Queen of Christmas” by Genevieve Willingham

Submitted to Contest #189

It was so terribly cold. Snow was falling, and it was almost dark. What a terrible time to forget where she had parked her car, Liz thought as she looked around. The mall parking lot was as full as she had ever seen it, even for two days before Christmas. She was sure she’d gone in through Macy’s, but when she walked back out, her little green Mercury Topaz was not among the hundreds of lightly-dusted hulks in the lot. She was getting tired and was shifting her bags every fe...

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“Jesus, Mohammed, the Buddha, and Dixie” by Genevieve Willingham

Submitted to Contest #132

Jesus, Mohammed, the Buddha, and Dixie Dixie grew up in the absolute tightest hole of the Bible Belt. South Georgia, USA. Land o’ cotton. Other side of the Mason-Dixon Line. Dixie. They even named her Dixie. Lucky girl. As an adult, Dixie had lots of complaints about the Deep South culture, as most folks do after living in a repressive area. One of her main ones was the religious atmosphere. Not the spiritual atmosphere. This was all about religion. For one thing, almo...

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“Three Little Sisters and How They Grew” by Genevieve Willingham

Submitted to Contest #131

Three Little Sisters and How They Grew Once upon a time there were three little sisters: The Pretty One, The Smart One, and The Artistic One. Each one knew her station in life, for their mother had taught them well, lining them up, pointing to each in turn and saying, “You’re The Pretty One,” “You’re the Smart One,” and “You’re the Artistic One.” She did that a couple of times a year, so they wouldn’t forget. And they never forgot (though I am happy to say that eventually they stopped believing it; well, not The Pretty One; she believed she...

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“Invisible Girl” by Genevieve Willingham

Submitted to Contest #130

Invisible Girl LaDonna quickly found a miniature car tag for each of her children: Matthew, Diane, Michael, and Barbara. This was why she had given them such uncomplicated names. She paid for her purchases and left the shop. When LaDonna was a child, there was never anything with her name on it. Magnets, mugs, tee shirts, little car tags, keyrings – millions of small touristy items with hundreds of kids’ names o...

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“The Perfect Family Vacation” by Genevieve Willingham

Submitted to Contest #129

The Perfect Family Vacation (This story contains references to mental illness and explicit language.) Lucy’d had her misgivings about this trip from the get-go. She and her sisters got along just fine. They lived together, true, but they each had their own lives, their own space, their own places to go, their separate friends – plenty of time apart. And it worked. When people asked if they liked living toget...

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“Her Cup of Tea” by Genevieve Willingham

Submitted to Contest #128

Her Cup of Tea She sipped the cup of tea he put before her. Mmm. Just right. Not too much honey, not too much milk. Just her cup of tea. This was the first time she’d been to the new tea house, and she’d suggested that they meet here so she could check it out while she checked him out. She suspected that maybe he, too, would be just her cup of tea. It was the first time they’d seen each other outside of th...

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“No Other Option” by Genevieve Willingham

Submitted to Contest #127

No Other Options Lucy had always found that journaling had helped her to understand whatever the situation was at the time, and there certainly was a situation now. So she fixed a cup of tea and sat down on the front porch with her favorite spiral notebook and began to write. “The problem is this: my beloved 70-something sister has realized that her time on this planet is winding down. Well, of course it is; she never thought she would live forever. But the question that has always pestered her is plaguing her all the time now: how to pr...

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Author bio

Genevieve (she/her) has always loved to write, but she's especially enjoying writing under a pseudonym and being able to express things she's had to keep to herself till now. It's like having a therapist. Family secrets are toxic. At least, my family's secrets are! :)