Jennifer Fremon

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Mar, 2023

Stories (11)

11 Stories

509 karma pts

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“The Night the Sky Fell” by Jennifer Fremon

Submitted to Contest #245

CharlotteWhen Charlotte was 11 years old, she met a boy named Jimmy by the lake. Jimmy had blond hair and blue eyes, and a smile that was as bright as the sun. He was carrying a stick with a fishing line and a hook attached to it. It was not a fishing rod, as those were expensive, for the families who owned the boats docked by the larger lake over in town. The big lake people lived here year round, had winterized homes and generators for the months where the entire town was buried underneath three feet of snow. The people at Smoke Rise Campg...

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“On Retreat” by Jennifer Fremon

Submitted to Contest #243

Sometimes, while he was watching his team work, Nikolai wondered what the world had been like before the Retreat; 9 to 5 jobs, long lunch breaks. He would wonder, while staring at the screen in his home that showed all of his employees dutifully typing away, how anyone could get anything done in 8 hours. Right now his team was working in Real Time. In about 20 minutes an alarm would sound all around the office indicating it was time to go On Retreat. When that happened, each one of his employees would pull out the small device that...

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“The End of Us” by Jennifer Fremon

Submitted to Contest #240

Trigger Warning: Makes reference to violence. The sun was just beginning to lighten the sky when I slid into my car. I tossed my backpack into the backseat and rolled the windows all the way down, relishing the damp, earthy scent of the grass, the cool morning breeze on my skin. It reminded me of going camping as a kid, of waking to sounds of birdsong and quietly unzipping the tent, my bare feet on the cool ground. Occasionally there would be an animal, a chipmunk perched on a log nearby, a bird catching the proverbial worm, and if I were re...

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“3rd Period Band” by Jennifer Fremon

Submitted to Contest #239

On the end of a plain, unremarkable street in Queens sits JHS 212, a typical public school by NYC standards. Only at some point the very active PTA of this typical public school had decided to put a whole lot of fundraising money toward its music program, multiple classes, real instruments, the real deal. So if your kids went to school here, they would have the option to be in band, and not just any band, one of the most impressive middle school bands in the city, run by one of the best teachers your pre-teen could ever hope to have.<...

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“Frozen Lemonade” by Jennifer Fremon

🏆 Winner of Contest #236

Trigger warning: Contains underage sexual content, mentions of assaultYou know the movie Dirty Dancing? The one where Baby goes off to that fancy resort with her parents for the summer, and in the beginning she is a good, sweet girl who loves her daddy, and then by the end she is still a good sweet girl who loves her daddy but now she is kinda sexy too and can dance like a pro and is totally in love with that beautiful dance teacher. Why doesn’t anyone talk about how that teacher is clearly much, much older than Baby, and despite Patrick Swa...

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“WWMJD (What Would Mrs. J Do?)” by Jennifer Fremon

Submitted to Contest #198

Trigger warning: Contains references to substance abuse and violence.Its funny how you don’t ever really appreciate things until you no longer have them, until they are gone. We were 16. What 16 year old appreciates anything really?I remember there was this one morning, I must have gotten a total of like 3 hours sleep the night before. I show up for first period like I have just crossed the finish line at the NYC marathon, all breathless and sweaty and full of teenage drama. I slide into my sea...

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“Free Will ” by Jennifer Fremon

Submitted to Contest #197

As always, Hallie woke up right before her alarm went off. Despite this, she still set the alarm every night before bed, just in case. You never knew when something that was routine might suddenly change.Although if Hallie was being perfectly honest, not much ever changed around here, not unless there was a accidental bug in one of the Network updates, and even those they usually fixed within minutes.She sat up and slid her bare feet into the fuzzy brown slippers that were always on the floor right by h...

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“Your Way” by Jennifer Fremon

Submitted to Contest #195

I’m going to tell you a secret about Rebecca Broadstone, something that is going to shock you. She hates coffee, absolutely, positively despises it. Now, I know what you are thinking, the warm mug, the steam, the contented sigh. Well the mug and the steam are real, but the happy look on Rebecca’s face…fake as a Gucci bag from Chinatown!How do I know this, you ask? Because I know everything there is to know about Rebecca. I know that she started YourWay in 2021, when she was a lowly student at FIT and wanted to create clo...

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“The Road to Hell” by Jennifer Fremon

Submitted to Contest #193

“What do you mean you are quitting?” Two of the other woman in the hallway immediately turned their heads to stare at her. Alicia took a deep breath and made an effort to lower her voice. “No, I understand what quitting is. Its just that most people give some notice. They don’t, out of nowhere, say hey I am not going to pick up your kid today, good luck.”Alicia stuffed Chloe’s pink backpack into the small wooden cubby hole outside her classroom. “Yes I understand that, Becky but you made...

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“Lost and Found” by Jennifer Fremon

Submitted to Contest #192

The hardest thing about divorce for Ana wasn’t that she was ending her ten year relationship with Mikael. No, the thing that was the most frustrating, the thing that was currently keeping her up at night, was all of the stuff. “Literally,” Ana said to her best friend Isabelle, over coffee and French toast on Saturday morning. “It is literally keeping me up at night. Like I was up until 2am last ...

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“Walking Through the Storm” by Jennifer Fremon

Submitted to Contest #191

“I’m Alison”, the women said, offering Brianna her hand. “Please have a seat.”She gestured towards the chair across from her desk and Brianna sat, her eyes scanning the office. The decor in the room was simple: desk, two office chairs, a few potted plants on the windowsill, a few scattered books on a table in the corner. A large poster hung on the far wall, a silhouette of a muscled woman with the caption “Strong women aren’t simply born. They are made by the storms they walk through.”“So Bri...

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Author bio

When I was a child I swore I was going to "be a writer". I ended up becoming a teacher instead, and running a martial arts studio. But thanks to my teenage daughter (who also loves to write) and these prompts, I have recently rekindled my love of writing! The things that bring me joy right now are spending time with my husband and daughter, snuggling with my dog, rolling around on sweaty BJJ mats, and coffee. Definitely coffee. I currently live in Brooklyn, NY and don't plan on ever living anywhere else.

Winning 1 story 🏆

Contest #236

Frozen Lemonade – read story