Jeanne Marceau

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Mar, 2020

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“Doesn't make it any less real” by Jeanne Marceau

Submitted to Contest #40

“Do you ever look at your art and just… just question whether this was really you, whether you are really capable of creating something so unusually aesthetic?” she seems confused by my question it probably sounds like an insult, that I think it’s not possible for her to create something so majestic. “I should probably get going.” Odette nods then goes back to dabbing her brush against the canvas.Hopefully one day Odette will see me as a sister again and not just another person who left her when she needed them. I was young and hated that ho...

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“The Allurement of Music” by Jeanne Marceau

Submitted to Contest #38

The way he moved his head as he struck each key, how her fingers lingered up and down the mic but most importantly the gaze she lays on him when she sings a line only meant for him, those were the moments I looked forward to each and every Wednesday night. The music of two lovers. I remember seeing his first performance here at the bar and the immediate lure it had not only over me but anyone who could hear the delicate sounds that sprung from such a composed instrument. The pianists always stood out for me whether they were playing the...

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“Keep the lights on” by Jeanne Marceau

Submitted to Contest #38

It’s a dull Wednesday morning though I don’t even keep count of the days anymore, they all feel the same. Mamé normally starts watering the lawn then she wakes me for breakfast and a walk, but I woke up earlier than her today. There’s only so much sleep a person’s body can take before it gets tired of it. Under normal circumstances I would crave for ten hours of sleep but right now I miss the assignments and stack of notes that needed further summarizing. Crazy how one can never be truly satisfied.Looking up to the balcony doors I realise I ...

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“The Lopsided Swing” by Jeanne Marceau

Submitted to Contest #37

Life for me had ended here.Between these two swings.On a rainy night.At dark.Alone.The moment I pulled the trigger, we both knew that I was gone for good that no amount of therapy could help suppress this memory. I still see Harrison sometimes, only those times when the dreams of you come back. When those vivid flashes of these woods come back, they come briefly but those that I see are lovely. Of how you danced amongst the trees and the bright red of your hair quickly turning dark as the drops fell, not only on your head but on the soft san...

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“The Color of Death” by Jeanne Marceau

Submitted to Contest #37

“I might be a little late,” Beckett says as he buttons up his white shirt, his eyes are swollen from staying up late last night doing research on the company where he has an interview today. Though even with his eyes red and his beard not groomed he is looking incredibly handsome this morning.“Maybe you could make up for it?” I slowly climb out of bed and make my way across the room to where Beck is trying to knot his tie, we look at each other longing for one another’s embrace.“When we get back from Dr. Whitmann,” he kisses me quickly and I...

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“Alfie” by Jeanne Marceau

Submitted to Contest #36

Entry 70, 1942He called you Alfie I wonder why, maybe it is the name of one of his brothers. He spoke too often about them and how the war already took one. I wish I kissed him one last time, but he looked so tired and hurt. At least I have you to remember sweet Theo by. Entry 20, 1942Today was too overwhelming I should not have smiled at him nor have handed him the serviette with the telephone number on it. As much as I wish to not have done that I would do it once more, Alfie, I would sit at that table across from him so I could see the fl...

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“Relativity” by Jeanne Marceau

Submitted to Contest #35

 I never thought that I could dread the greetings of the birds in the morning. I have waited too long to hear them again and now that they are finally here all I could think about was crawling back under my covers and wish for winter to return. Wish for the clock to turn back to the dry and the cold, to a day other than this one.“Ems, are you awake?” Ethan asks as he knocks on my door, “Can I come in?”I take a moment considering whether to say no, but he and dad are the only ones who still have patience for me. I open the door hoping th...

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