Jane Doe

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Apr, 2020

Stories (6)

6 Stories

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“Winter's Children” by Jane Doe

Submitted to Contest #84

January 23rd, 1992 I watched as the girl was pushed into the room. She was winsome, her hair dark and curly, her light brown skin dotted with freckles, her large doe eyes dark with fear. I closed my eyes, the darkness suited my mood, and I envisioned crisp autumns and cinnamon, snow fights, and poppies. It was always cold here, the sepia walls teasing my utter powerlessness. I yearned for death. It was the only way I could live. The girl trembled. She ventured over, crimson scratches over her arms. Holly walked over, talking ...

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“Charlotte” by Jane Doe

Submitted to Contest #58

June 13th, 1988 I stand alone, frozen in the moment of my life I knew I would regret forever. Will you regret something if you actively participate in it? I have asked myself this question millions of times, each different time like a different lens I look at my life in. Another color, another life, another identity, or another girl. When she first smiled at me, she was electric, her eyes an icy flame asking to be fanned. The words on every wall surrounding me, repeating themselves infinitely. July 11th, 1979 If only people asked me...

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“The Independents” by Jane Doe

Submitted to Contest #49

July 13th, 1990The day was young, and the house was cold, even though it was summer. Kristy woke up first, like always. Halley was fast asleep, like always. The time always weaved slowly, when she was asleep, like an hourglass doing acrobatics as it waits to fall through the endless void that is the bottom. The end was just the beginning of the end. At least, that is what Halley Jones liked to believe, but she was cursed with the horrid quality of being an optimist. Kristy folded Halley's clothes. She always did this. This was a sort of unsp...

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“Spectrophobia” by Jane Doe

Submitted to Contest #44

Dan Sleeter was a fifty year old man. No, that couldn’t be. But it was, it really was. He had been born in 1925 and it was 1975. All of a sudden his daughter wanted “Bell bottoms”. His wife’s face had become lined with age. His own, he didn’t know. He’d stopped looking at forty. He had lived in Salem for fifty years. He had lived in his house for thirty. The movie sign that had been so vibrant in his teenage years was now crooked and faded. For thirty years he had worn a button up shirt, fastened his tie, and walked out the...

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“Karma” by Jane Doe

Submitted to Contest #41

It was May Fourth, 1970 when that dog had the audacity to grace my welcome mat. He was a real scruffy one, a real mean look about him. I smoked my cigar slowly, exhaling, and studying the dog. It'd been a few years since my husband died, and I lived alone. I just wanna make one thing clear before I continue. This ain't 'sad old woman lives alone and finds solace in a dog that appears at her doorstep.' This dog was not your regular Max or Rufus or whatever pedestrian names y'all call your idiot tale chasing beasts. This dog was a devil sent ...

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“A Girl Forgotten” by Jane Doe

Submitted to Contest #40

1954 The greenery of the beryl hills lined with cold streams of beauty was under the feet of a girl forgotten. She was alone in the world and existed to prove everything wrong. “You’ll be pretty someday, Essie, I know you will.” Said Sine, the beautiful sister. Saoirse despised the nickname Essie. Yet, she bared it today. She was standing in front of the mirror, her willowy body hiding under a hated pink bridesmaid dress. This was Sine’s weddi...

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Author bio

Hello. I love writing and reading and all stories. I am also a poet.