Menu

Menu
Prompts
Contests
Stories
Blog
Directory
Contests
Magazine
FAQ

Johannes Heinonen

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jul, 2021

Stories (4)
Comments
Library
3 Followers
0 Following

4 Stories

80 karma pts

?

Strangers in the Woods

Submitted to Contest #143

It was cold, and the little leaf buds were closed tight, as if hugging themselves warm, waiting for spring to properly arrive, before taking the risk of opening up to the world. The golden shafts of sunlight broke up the shadow of the evergreen pines and spruces, interrupted by silver birch trees, that fell on the moss- and lichen-covered hillside. The view was beautiful, but Jane knew it would be far better from the top of the hill. She quickened her pace. The trail leading up the slope was well worn, speaking of the many that had passed th...

5 likes 0 comments 0
Read story

Unseen

Submitted to Contest #117

The streetlamp flickered a little, and the teenage girl drew her scarf more tightly around her neck. The boy walking next to her glanced at her with friendly concern, but she was staring straight ahead at the ominous shapes of the trees that reached out their branches from the woodland that surrounded the village. Outside of the sphere of the streetlamps, all was dark, but as they came up to the top of the hill, they could see little clusters of lights here and there in the valley below. The street diverged: the paved road led on to the top ...

7 likes 2 comments 2
Read story

That Good Night

Submitted to Contest #109

The lights were turned down, and the corridors were empty. John’s steps echoed in the empty space as he slowly made his way down the corridor, stopping at every door to look through the small windows into the dark rooms, making sure the patients were in their beds. The playroom and the prayer/meditation room were empty, as they should be. He noticed faint light coming from a window two doors down. He crept up to the window and peeked in. The boy in the second bed from the window was sitting up, reading a book in the light of the night lamp. ...

10 likes 2 comments 2
Read story

The Smell of Tangerines

Submitted to Contest #103

The living room smelled of tangerines. The smell was slightly on the artificial side, a little sickly. That was the first thing Richard registered as he opened the door and stepped into the low, wooden house with the overgrown garden. “Mrs. Prunes! Are you here?” he cried out. There was no answer. Something drew him to the dining room behind, and a strange sense of foreboding told him what to expect. He pushed open the door and took in the sight: the elderly lady, sitting in a velvet-cushioned chair, was slumped over the table, blood oozing ...

12 likes 0 comments 0
Read story