Haley Hartman

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Apr, 2024

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“I Always Wanted a Sibling” by Haley Hartman

I always wanted a little sibling when I was growing up. As I got older, Mom told me “it’s just not possible”. They never explained why, but I always felt like it was an ominous way to say no. As I got older, I became more curious and asked more questions. It turned from “it’s just not possible” to “stop asking about it”. I finally forgot about it as I got older - that void being filled by all of my friends at school. “Syd, wake up.” A distorted voice whispers, pulling me out of my sleep. I feel a small push on my arm. I open my eyes and see...

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“Is It Better To Be Late Than Never?” by Haley Hartman

Submitted to Contest #249

BZZZ. BZZZ.BZZZ. BZZZ. “Tom,” Anne mumbles as she elbows my shoulder blade. “Tom, turn your alarm off.” BZZZ. BZZZ.BZZZ. BZZZ.BZZZ. BZZZ. “TOM!” She shouts, jolting me awake. She grumbles something as I reach for my phone that is about to vibrate itself off of the nightstand. I run a hand down my face and notice the time. “Shoot.” I told my daughter that I would try to cuss less. I toss the covers off of my legs and sprint to the bathroom. Today I have an interview at a local university for the Head Librarian position. I shouldn’t get...

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“In For a Shock” by Haley Hartman

Submitted to Contest #247

Everything was quiet except for the crunch of snow under my boots. The snow sparkles on the ground in the sunlight and icicles hang on branches like bats. A small mouse scampers across the fresh snow leaving tiny tracks behind it, while an owl hoots from high above us in the tree. “It’s beautiful, Cael.” I whisper into the wind. “How did you know when the guards wouldn’t be at the hole?” There’s one spot in the wall near our houses that has a hole just big enough for Cael to squeeze through. He’s 6 foot tall, so it was no easy feat. Cael shr...

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“Forever and Always” by Haley Hartman

Submitted to Contest #246

Mentions death and dying, also hints at suicide. Reece comes into view as I walk around the park’s bathrooms. He’s sitting on one of the four empty swings, looking down at his phone. He hears my footsteps as I get closer and he looks up at me. A faint smile plays on his face as he nods to the swing next to him, silently prompting me to sit. “Not suspicious at all,” I playfully say as I begin swinging slowly. I glance around the empty city park, the sun bleached purple dinosaurs bouncing back and forth in the wind. If I believed in ghosts, I...

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