Menu

Prompts

Directory Contests Magazine FAQ

Apps

reedsymarketplace

Hire professionals for your project

reedsyblog

Advice, insights and news

reedsylearning

Online publishing courses

reedsylive

Free publishing webinars

reedsydiscovery

Launch your book in style

Bestseller Podcast Book Cover Art Success Stories

Tools

Book Promotion Sites Book Review Blogs Booktube Channel Guide Book Title Generator Character Name Generator Independent Publishers Literary Agents Literary Magazines Pen Name Generator Plot Generator Publishers Directory Short Story Ideas Writing Contests Writing Exercises Writing Scholarships

Menu

Prompts

Contests

Stories

Blog

Directory

Contests

Magazine

FAQ

Jenna Wredt

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jun, 2022

Stories (3)

Comments

Library

0 Followers

0 Following

3 Stories

2 karma pts

?

Being Me

Jenna Wredt

Colorful lights are flashing, reflecting off of the disco ball hanging from the ceiling and bouncing through the club. Bodies are pulsing all around me as I thrash in time with them and the music, the sweet smell of sweat and cocktails hangs in the air. My friend Tessa leans on me and shouts into my ear over the music, “I’m going to the bathroom.” I nod in understanding and follow her off of the dance floor. Hand in hand, we wind our way through the crowd of crop tops and bell bottoms towards the bathroom. It’s much quieter in here, and Tess...

0 likes

Defying Mother

Jenna Wredt

“Tell me right now!” her mother’s shrill voice poured from the phone. “Tell me the name of this person who is trying to ruin your future!” “No.” That was my simple reply. I don’t typically tell my mother no, or anyone for that matter. Up to this point in my life I had been described as quite a people pleaser actually, but something about the way she was once again demanding to control my life sparked this one simple defiant word to spring forth from my lips before I even knew what was happening. &nb...

1 like

Popcorn

Jenna Wredt

“Please, don’t do it.” She cried at him, as he began to microwave the popcorn. “You know that it’s my favorite!” He simply laughed at her with a cheerful malice in his eyes as he, with each piercing beep, set the microwave to two minutes. Each sound punched a new hole into her heart, feeling very much like a betrayal from which they could never recover. For the first 30 seconds, the silence was comforting to her. Perhaps he hit cancel, maybe this was all a joke? This is the kind of thing that he would find hilarious, a crue...

0 likes