Hope Teunisje

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Mar, 2020

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“The Song of the Past” by Hope Teunisje

Submitted to Contest #38

I hate it when people say that time flows like a river. It simply isn’t true. You can kneel down by a river, and watch it part around rocks and ripple when something falls in. You can reach out a hand and scoop up some water, and watch a small part of the river go still in your hands. A river is tangible. You can manipulate it. You can take a small pocket of it away and watch it go still. You cannot do this with time. There’s no way to watch how time works, how it curves around space and ripples with events. You can’t reach out to touch time...

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“In the Dark” by Hope Teunisje

Submitted to Contest #37

It’s the dead of night. I squint and blink, waiting for my eyes to adjust. Rustling leaves come into view, as well as branches and stones and stars. There is no path under my feet, and I feel a rush of panic. What am I doing here? Why am I here? Who… I shake my head. I am Elani Cohen. My mom is Bree Cohen. My dad is Timothy Cohen. I am in…. I don’t know where I am. My head feels so foggy and it’s just so black. It’s dark and mucky everywhere, and it’s like I’m drowning in sticky syrup. I look down and of course, there’s no path. I ...

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“Touched ” by Hope Teunisje

Submitted to Contest #36

June 24th, 2019Every time I close my eyes I see it. I cannot sleep. I cannot even blink. I’ve taken a week off of work. I let my phone die, and I refuse to charge it. I haven’t eaten. I’ve lived on coffee, tea, and energy drinks for the last two days. My dog is getting restless here at the apartment. I hired a dog walker because I can’t leave the apartment. It’s too much. Fresh air and grass and stone brings me back to the image of an unbreathing chest. I don’t want to talk. I feel alone, but I like it that way. I do everythin...

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“The Forever Path ” by Hope Teunisje

Submitted to Contest #35

Air that promised warmer times ahead rippled the fabric of my raincoat as I walked through puddles and over stone. It seemed as though no one was at the park this evening, though I couldn’t see why. Didn’t people understand that the hours between dinner and sleep were the best for walking? The sun seemed to whisper only to me, the wind cradling my movements after every step. The sky was lit up with every shade of orange imaginable, colour and brightness shining through bare trees just barely starting to bud with life. Sometimes I stoppe...

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Aspiring author, but aren’t we all?