Ida Stokbaek

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Mar, 2021

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“Guildford Train Station” by Ida Stokbaek

Stale, damp air filled the passage in the covered bridge over the railway. On his left, steep steps went down to the platforms. His train would be departing from platform 5, but he continued to the end of the walkway and descended the steps to platform 1, like he did every morning.For nearly a year, he had done this every weekday. The habit was so cemented now, there was little point trying to break it.Once on the platform, he joined the queue for the coffee stall. Latte again today, he thought, should he get a shot of syrup...

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“Midsummer Memories” by Ida Stokbaek

It’s the longest day of the year. The turning point, where the night is as far away as it’s ever going to be. Tomorrow, it will be a little closer. Then it’ll start to win back territory. Only those territories that are eternally disputed, the hours that can be either light or dark.I’m alone, watching the raindrops fall past my window, remembering past summers. This is my 31st summer, though I don’t remember the earliest ones. The most recent ones were filled with pandemics, parenting and labouring to pay bill...

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“Alien” by Ida Stokbaek

The wall was like ice against her thighs, somehow colder than the air in her bedroom which had assumed the temperature of the cloudy spring day just gone. On the other side of the window the temperature would have dropped, it was nearly midnight.Jackie stared at the window, knees on her bed, arms resting on the windowsill. All she saw was her own reflection, like there was nothing beyond it at all.“Alexa! Turn off the lights!”Jackie's reflection disappeared from the surface of the glass. The night was visible to her, ...

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“Aftermath” by Ida Stokbaek

Trigger Warning: RapePeering through the gaps between the wooden slats, she saw the garden, a complete mess. With some difficulty she opened the broken gate, wondering if the damage had been caused by last night’s party guests.She looked around for Sabine, who had unapologetically requested her help tidying up the small end-of-terrace house. Of course, Sabine had invited her to the party, but she had made an excuse to miss it. She hadn’t been to a party since that night. The night she had lost ...

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“Gutterick the Guardian” by Ida Stokbaek

“A customer?” Sounded a squeaky voice from somewhere in the dark. “How peculiar – Ah, I remember now! You must be the new apprentice, am I right?”“Apprentice?” Sarah groggily lifted her head from the wooded table. The art encyclopedia she had been reading that afternoon was still open in front of her. The library was dark, empty, and completely silent. The only light came from the streetlights outside the windows. Sluggishly, the keen student of art realized that she had fallen asleep in the library.“Wh...

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“Something of Value” by Ida Stokbaek

Hope gazed out at the eerie black water. Gentle waves were crashing against the shore. The elders liked to talk about how it was before. How there was nothing left. But nothing was too empty a word for what surrounded her. There were plants, but they were dead. There was land, although much of it was under the water now. There were animals, but they were few. There were people, but they were dying. ...

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I love reading all your stories. Any feedback on my stories, praise or critique, is gratefully received 🙏