Jill Siegler

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Aug, 2019

Stories (6)

6 Stories

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“House from Hades” by Jill Siegler

Submitted to Contest #13

We have a house on the end of our block. To most, a descript Victorian mansion with a dark history but colorful care taker. When I grew up we thought the house was a set from the tv show "The Munsters" . I always felt like I knew it's occupants, although Mom insisted we never venture into the creepy home.Now I'm eighteen and in college. My Aunt's old sorority is having a pledge night. Our mission is to spend the night in the Victorian mansion which is now a hotel. Seems simple enough, right? But I learned it was haunted by a vicious ghost. ...

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“Villa de circque” by Jill Siegler

Submitted to Contest #12

Our family is a small generation but I have learned as a young child how extensive it's vocal spirit stretches. We live in a small French Villa no secrets, no privacy, but lots of history. I was ten when my parents fessed up to why we kept to ourselves. "Walls have ears!" They said. I didn't know what they meant until I went to school the next day. A young girl who had been in my class was absent. I didn't notice it at first until the end of month because she was quiet, shy and kept to herself.I had just learned, through the locker room that...

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“House party” by Jill Siegler

Submitted to Contest #11

I'm nine years old. Usually I escaped the madness of these gatherings by babysitting but tonight I unfortunately was free to "entertain" the guests.I don't like the parties. Adults are messy, noisy individuals who hover and complain. And they always invite ( I guess from work) the one person who I try to avoid but can't. This was one of those times. Mom and dad were getting dressed so I went into the living room and set up the "bar". A mishmash I gather of glasses, spoons, ice bucket full of ice, and a generally decent flower arrangement fo...

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“Art Under Attack” by Jill Siegler

Submitted to Contest #10

It was a typical summer morning. I was at church and had taken pictures of the children singing in front of the congregation. I don't remember the event, but took pictures for a new piece I entitled Young joy. I entered my studio and went over to the closet office and selected a canvas, colored inks, and watercolor paints.In this chaotic world I felt it was nice to close it out for awhile, or so I thought. I set up my canvas and began to arrange my inks and paints and then the phone rang. "Shit who the hell is that?" As I got up to answer th...

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“Challenge or be Challenged” by Jill Siegler

Life is not always fair. It hands you curves generally good. For Adam, this was how he felt day in and day out. Bored. He decided to doing something drastic. Extreme even for his values. Adam was not a religious person. But today he felt something. Different. He got up and fixed his routine cup of coffee, two teaspoons each creamer and sugar and picked out his best outfit. It was seven o' clock on a Sunday morning and Adam was going to church. He didn't have a Bible or any idea just how it was going to go. But he was determined to get to the...

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“My Generation: war of the psyche.” by Jill Siegler

I was born in 1962. My war is not bloody like Vietnam but violent because the mind cannot undo the damage and carnage this war can inflict upon the very soul of the human body.PTSD is that very violent war.It causes a very normal individual to do unthinkable things.It causes a different level of manslaughter because to human, the mind is fragile.I am a survivor of this war. And like soldiers at war I did not choose the carnage, or physical and mental damage of the by products of PTSD. My war was domestic violence. I am a survivor. I felt the...

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Author bio

I grew up writing stories, poems and anything that came to mind. I enriched my writing after being diagnosed in 2001 with stage four lymphatic leukemia. I'm in my second remission and writing became therapy for me. Then I saw the email from reedsy and decided to try writing stories again. After a few stories I got the hang of it, and an audience. So now I write both cookbooks and short stories.