Jennifer Hansley

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Nov, 2020

Stories (9)

9 Stories

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“A Frozen Life” by Jennifer Hansley

Submitted to Contest #77

Philip Bartholomew hated his last name. He hated this 5,500 square foot home, and he hated his job. Mostly though, he just hated this snow. The great, fluffy flakes rained from above, creating a winter wonderland. Children dreamed of this weather. Not him. He did not like kids either. Why did everyone have to be walking around, singing Jingle Bells simply because it snowed? Christmas was a month in the past, thank goodness. Philip did not think he could have handl...

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“Time” by Jennifer Hansley

Submitted to Contest #76

“I’m going to do it this time.” I said to myself. Being a writer led to a hermit lifestyle. When I realized I was withdrawing from society, I applied to the local newspaper. It’s a tiny thing, hardly a window in the building. When I was handed an application, I stared at the blank spaces, desiring to represent myself well but having nothing to say. Life was blowing by me while I huddled in a blanket and created worlds which did not exist. I could lie, but I did not do that sort of thing. I could phone in...

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“Switched Identity” by Jennifer Hansley

Submitted to Contest #75

Boom! Bang! The blast of the berettas reverberated throughout Saul’s living room. These were close enough to be on his front porch. Were they for him this time? A shudder formed at the base of his spine and raced to his skull, spider webs of terror weaving through his hair follicles. He shook. How had it come to this? Cowering in his own home nauseated him, especially when this situation was usually reversed. Like a trapped rat on a sinking vessel, Saul abandoned his ghetto house. His go bag h...

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“No Escape” by Jennifer Hansley

Submitted to Contest #74

Paul’s muscles flexed and strained. He wanted to fight against the strap holding him down, but at the same time, he wanted to be there. “10!” A disembodied voice boomed throughout the confined space. Paul strove to put the psychologists’ advice into play. Foresee an issue and take care of it. “Alright, Paulie, check your heart rate, check your breathing, check your muscles.” Talking to himself was probably an indicator things were already awry, but he had to calm himself.&nbs...

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“Saying Yes” by Jennifer Hansley

Submitted to Contest #73

“You’ll be alone for the rest of your life!” Todd departed from Natalie’s world with the slam of the front door. She gripped her forehead and attempted to scrub away the last 5 years of her existence. How had she ignored the red flags for this long? Todd wasn’t worth a moment more of her headspace. She evicted him with a final tear. Natalie Romance figured her...

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“Born an Alien” by Jennifer Hansley

Submitted to Contest #72

Clover darted between the hovercrafts and swept around the corner market. The lingering calls of “Come get your meat!” rang after her as she hustled past the morning peddlers. The grilling aroma behind her remained in her nostrils, and her empty stomach despised her rush. She brushed between two more commuters, missing the heated exhaust pipes by inches. She couldn’t be late again. How would she explain herself this time? Covington Galaxy demanded strict obedi...

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“Cookie Recovery” by Jennifer Hansley

Submitted to Contest #71

Liv puttered around her puny kitchen, slightly reddened eyes itchy and distracting. Why, oh why, had she decided to do this again? At 48, one would think she would be a seasoned hostess, but this occasion would be unique. Not only would it be different because she had never led a cookie exchange before, but also because of who would be attending. Should she break it to Heather as soon as she arrived, preventing her from feeling manipulated, or should she allow her young guest to enjoy one more evening withou...

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“A brand new beginning” by Jennifer Hansley

Submitted to Contest #69

I saw the shadows playing behind the curtain and had to breathe before exiting my Toyota. “Deep breaths, Jackie.” I muttered. Thanksgiving was a huge event for my family, turkey being the family business, but this year would be different. As the oldest, I felt the weight clinging to me, like cinder blocks looped around my shoulders. Pops wouldn’t understand. I’d wait until he was fat and filled with food before my revelation. ...

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“Sleeper” by Jennifer Hansley

Submitted to Contest #68

He stared through the fading November light, searching for his girl. Working with a partner had never appealed to him, but Ambrose could not deny the instant awareness which had flowed over him upon meeting her. Entering the bank had been normal procedure for preparing. Reentering the same bank over the course of three weeks had been solely because of her. Delaying the job for two more weeks had also been because of her. Their meeting did seem apropos to Ambrose when she had described the upcoming shipment of 100 grand for one special custom...

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Author bio

Hello! As of 2020, I have begun to truly develop my love of writing. I have written one novel so far and hope to turn it into a series. My husband supports my new hobby, but my son attempts to distract me during the day, forcing me to write mostly after bedtime. I look forward to many more adventures! Join my Facebook group: Facebook.com/groups/christianfiction