Hannah Sobczak

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Feb, 2020

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10 Stories

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“Caged” by Hannah Sobczak

Submitted to Contest #68

I groan and flip myself back into Jacob’s arms. His muscly bicep wraps around me and he sighs. I put my hand against his warm bare chest and tilt my head up to kiss him. Jacob leans down to meet my lips and puts his hand in my long, light brown hair. I look out the wide-open window. It’s sunrise. “You have to go!” I whisper in his ear. “Or Father is going to catch you!” “One more minute,” Jacob murmurs and I smile. I run my hand over his chocolate brown hair, and he places his hand on the small of my back. I hear talking and footsteps outs...

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“Dragon's Gold” by Hannah Sobczak

Submitted to Contest #67

Just do it. I urged myself, the gun shaking uneasily in my hand. Do it and get it over with. He looked so peaceful lying there, unaware of the death sentence pointed at his head. I had to do it. I had to complete the assignment. You can’t let your feelings get in the way. What feelings? I can’t have feelings. Not for a target, not for anyone. If Z knew… Com’on, just point and shoot. I cocked the hammer. In a second it will all be over with. As if in slow motion, my finger found the trigger, and pulled. 24 Hours Earlier: I strode ...

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“The Missing Piece” by Hannah Sobczak

Submitted to Contest #67

I never wanted to witness a murder. We had been driving back from my grandparents house on the Fourth of July. It was about eleven o’clock or so, dark enough that you couldn’t see a thing beyond the stretch of the streetlights. There was an accident on the interstate, so Dad had had to cut through a really sketchy town, with rundown houses and the creepy shells of old abandoned buildings. It was interesting at first, because to me, it felt like something out of a crime novel. A stoplight. A single. Red. Stoplight. The car was paused i...

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“Reino Dorado” by Hannah Sobczak

Submitted to Contest #66

“Alright, let’s stop here,” I paused and signaled to the party behind me. I surveyed the clearing as people began to put up tents. It was the seven month of our exploration looking for Reino Dorado. I had searched for nine long years, dedicating my life to the discovery of the ancient Aztec kingdom. I pulled my leatherbound journal out of my backpack, and sat down on the ground to report today’s findings. My intern and younger cousin, Tasha, approached me cautiously. She knew I was getting a bit restless. “Sabrina?” she asked. “What would ...

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“Starbucks, Smarties, and Soldiers” by Hannah Sobczak

Submitted to Contest #65

“Ready yet?” My best friend, Naomi, shouted from the doorway, clipping Gizmo, my pure white american eskimo dog, to his leash. “Almost!” I replied. I turned back to Kendall, my ten month old daughter, and adjusted her costume. “Perfect,” I cooed, and bopped her nose. Kendall giggled. “I’ve got an antsy customer waiting!” Naomi yelled playfully. “Where’s my coffee?” “Right here!” I walked out of the bathroom and into the hallway. It was Kendall’s first Halloween, and my first time taking a child trick-or-treating, other than my two year y...

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“Got A Secret, Can You Keep It?” by Hannah Sobczak

Submitted to Contest #64

Victoria I nervously fiddled with the beautiful diamond ring on my finger. My fiance, Ross, took my hand and gripped it tightly. We’re both nervous. We’re going to introduce Ross to my family, and to tell them about our engagement. It’s the first time I've seen them in nine years. It’s the first time I’ve seen them since I escaped. Drew and June Bridges were the vile owners of the Bridges Manor, and my parents. Drew Bridges had made his fortune as a newspaper publisher, both the manor and the business passed down through the Bridges family...

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“Appleslice Sunrise” by Hannah Sobczak

Submitted to Contest #63

I stared out the window of the taxi at the turning trees flashing by. The trip from New York to Albany last night had been exhausting, and now I was on her way to The Orchard at Fallen Leaves in Woodstock, Vermont to meet up with my boyfriend, Roger.  Actually, he wasn’t my boyfriend. I didn’t know what he was. We had decided to take a break for a week or two while Roger moved to Boston to become an environmental scientist and I worked on a fashion show for a new Celia York line.  That had been five months ago. The driver pulled...

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“Once I Was Eighteen Years Old” by Hannah Sobczak

Submitted to Contest #61

Kat Bailey crumpled the invitation in her hand. She put her head in her arms and reflected on everything that had happened in the last eleven years. She had never been the girl who’s name everyone knew. At the beginning of junior year, she had started dating Jordan Bailey, the bad boy from the nearby state college. A few months later, Kat was pregnant. She had her daughter, Kenzie Bailey, when she was seventeen.  Kat started skipping school to take care of Kenzie and work at a local retailer. She graduated from high school and immedia...

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“The 7th Corpse” by Hannah Sobczak

Submitted to Contest #60

I remember the day of the first apocalypse. Bridget was watching the Disney Channel, Mom was cooking in the kitchen, and Dad was sitting in the armchair, glasses on and newspaper in hand. That was the last moment of normal I ever knew. It was 5 years ago, I was only 14 years old. I can’t forget that. It was the single most horrifying moment of my life. Sirens started to wail as our door burst open, making us all jump. I remember the one that had ended my family’s life. It was a mature adult male, it’s nose and most of its fingers missing. A...

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“Always” by Hannah Sobczak

Submitted to Contest #48

There’s a chance that I’m not fully human. My irises are a fiery orange, my heart beats at twice the normal speed, my skin is hot to the touch, with a tan, almost orange color.  My mother passed away when I was a baby, leaving my father in his misery. He never told me exactly how they met, only that it was magical, love at first sight. The only thing I have from my mother is a tiny necklace inlaid with a single cut and polished citrine. “Hollis!” Father shouts from the kitchen. “Dinner is ready!” “Just a minute!” I respond, closing t...

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