Julianne Baldiga

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Sep, 2020

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7 Stories

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“A Town Called Past” by Julianne Baldiga

Submitted to Contest #96

“Did you see who came back in town?” Vinnae states an obvious question slathered with pity. “I saw her.” Bode exhales his answer and looks away. “I wonder if she knows what she’s looking for this time.” Vinnae shakes her head and slams her hands on top of her hips. She starts to jot off but stops and thinks better of it. “What makes you think she’s looking for something?” Bode signals. “A woman knows. You don’t keep turning over the same rocks unless you’re looking for something specific.” The warm late evening ...

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“Mommy Dearest” by Julianne Baldiga

Submitted to Contest #95

TW: attempted murder   Last nights compromising events has spun me into a vicious dilemma. I immediately wonder why my dad continues to work the night shift. It’s not fair that I’m the one left here as the oldest boy, to deal with my pack of unruly, disruptive siblings. I’m not even the oldest sibling, only the oldest boy. My older sister who carries the label of “oldest child” is anything but a leader. Her timid and spastic reactions push her into hiding in her room unable to effectively socialize with society....

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“I need you now” by Julianne Baldiga

Submitted to Contest #94

I can’t stop staring at all the numbers on the screen next to your bed as I enclose my hands around your hand. The same hand that was hanging out of the wrecked car 3 days ago, cut up and bloody. The same hand that grips your mic on stage at your performances. I always imagined a ring eventually finding its way on this hand and have often wondered what kind of girl you would allow into your world. I like to think that I would get along with whoever you brought home but who knows. The numbers on the screen have variou...

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“Welcome Me to You” by Julianne Baldiga

Submitted to Contest #66

I embrace the hot soapy water that runs down my body as my mind ponders this evenings upcoming events. As my skin reddens and burns, all my trepidations remain smoldering in my frontal lobe. I try to allow my old skin to wash itself away so my new skin can emerge and shine through. Like tumbling a precious gem, it must be done right, in a slow methodical technique. If done incorrectly, you can damage the gem. I don’t think I could be any more damaged than I’ve already felt over the last 10 years. This lifelong desire...

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“Glass Coke Bottle” by Julianne Baldiga

Submitted to Contest #64

The grass has yet to grow over my father’s grave before my stepmother is on the phone making arrangements for me. I can’t say I am surprised or that I blame her. I never made it easy for her. Her ice-cold shoulder was all I was blessed with. Her presence froze my skin and my mood quickly followed into the tundra. Unlike the warm cozy blanket I used to feel from my mother’s company. Those two women were as different as mud and water. “Just give her grace dear,” my mother said to me when my father introduced this ...

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“Coffee Confessions” by Julianne Baldiga

Submitted to Contest #63

My dream of opening a coffee shop was fulfilled a few years ago when I overheard the previous owner talking about selling out. I count my blessings as I was in the right place at the right time that day. One can learn a lot about the neighborhood by owning a coffee shop. I see and hear everything. It’s amazing how most people think they are inside of a private conversations as I am hiding in plain view, absorbing it all.  It’s a scary reality to hear what people are actually saying when they think nobody else is list...

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“My sister's keeper” by Julianne Baldiga

Submitted to Contest #63

By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire. The copious amounts of burgundy, crimson, and gold that splashed across the forest took me by surprise. The trees were standing upright and strong. On front center stage, they boldly displayed their colors. After a long summer that focused on hot rays of the sun and blue skies, the expanding color palette of the leaves cued the forest it’s his time to shine. The last time I stepped foot outside these prison walls, there was still a cold wet chill in the air. The sky was g...

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