Jennalee Love

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Nov, 2020

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“I will get you the moon” by Jennalee Love

Submitted to Contest #104

"Are you coming tonight?" Memory asked. An innocent question that signaled an alarm to every cylinder of my brain. My breathing accelerated, I knew what I had to do. A battle between what I wanted and what my brain would allow. I wanted to go out. I wanted to be seen and heard and felt. I wanted to dance and sing on tabletops and be a star but that’s not me. It was never me. It was her. Everyone wanted to be Memory’s friend and for some reason, I can’t articulate, she wanted to be mine. Before I met her my world was...

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“Dandelion” by Jennalee Love

Submitted to Contest #103

Whisky starts to taste less like poison and more like home. I cannot afford a therapist or new clothing for a job. I can’t afford much of anything. I panhandle when I can overcome the shame of asking strangers for money. A little liquid courage is all it takes to drown my shame. It doesn’t work like it used to. Nothing works like it used to.  I go to sleep with the moon and wake up with the sun if the mos...

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“Pinky” by Jennalee Love

Submitted to Contest #68

Hues of purple and pink played together in the background of the sunrise, as if they were old best friends. A spectacular view that belonged on a postcard but Kenzo’s eyes were fixed on her. A short distance away a girl danced in the sand. Twirling a hula-hoop around her body and throwing it into the air. Waves crashed in the background. Bewitched, Kenzo stood up wiping the sand off his ...

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“Mental Games ” by Jennalee Love

Submitted to Contest #67

A knife may have been in my hand, but I did not kill her. Had I witnessed a murder? I couldn’t remember. How long had I been passed out on the side of the bridge? My blackouts were escalating.A bout of shivers overtook my body. A twig snapped as I tiptoed closer to the body to get a better look. My flashlight illuminating her face. The poor thing didn’t look a day over four years old. She had blonde hair with hints of strawberry. Eyes hollower than my father’s heart along with a bruised neck. I imagined her alive, throwi...

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Author bio

Alien. Writer of words. Woman of the abyss. Currently working on a novel, while simultaneously trying to find a portal into another dimension. If you don't hear from me for a while, assume that's where I went.