Julie Grenness

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jul, 2022

Stories (114)

114 Stories

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“Grace Woke Him. ” by Julie Grenness

Submitted to Contest #179

Josh stared at his vision board, as he lay on his bed. "I am a good man." So how was he going to get there? This was today, he woke up in a drug rehab. It had all been too easy to get there, now it was up to him to change. Becoming a party animal was the easiest thing Josh Sampson had ever had to do. One day, he was the hometown hero, the local suburban boy who had made it big in league football. Josh was a media sensation, a pin-up boy. He was champion goal kicker, always relied on to swing a game off his own boot. By now, he was nearly t...

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“Miracle on View of What Street. ” by Julie Grenness

Submitted to Contest #178

Hilary, aka Hilaria, had washed up and tidied the kitchen after their Christmas brunch. For a little while, she had been a short order cook, over there in View Street. View of what, she wondered, as she glanced from her window to the streetscape. He husband, Ben, was snoring in his arm chair. Their adult sprogs and significant others had all driven off to their other obligations. It was the magical spirit of Christmas. Sighing, Hilaria picked up her latest craft project. She lived somewhere in the Great Southern Land, so it was summer for Ch...

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“The Christmas Star.....” by Julie Grenness

Submitted to Contest #177

'Twas the night before Christmas. Ken Doll O'Flaherty crept through his house. There was no bourbon left, not even a cigarette for his mouse. Ken Doll was now 66 years old. It had been forty years since he had met and dated his one and only love, Barbara. Other young couples had instantly dubbed them Ken and Barbie, so young and good looking. Barbie had been his girl, so fresh and pretty. But these days, Ken would glance at Barbie sitting in the other arm chair. After their shotgun wedding, you might say Barbie had let herself go. Five babi...

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“Graydar--A Magician.....” by Julie Grenness

Submitted to Contest #176

Graydar was a magician in time. He awoke to a sunny morning, a good omen. Graydar ate a simple, humble breakfast of toast, hold the jam. His tummy had butterflies today, he felt a tad nervous. Quite an understatement, that. Graydar was totally excited and nervous. Graydar--also a pilgrim--washed and dressed head to foot in his magician gear, including the hood. His couture was quite colorful, all ritual, as he was a symbol for his tribe. At the appointed hour, Graydar set off. He had fixed onto his garb some of his sorcerer's charms, like ...

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“A Wise Woman Builds....” by Julie Grenness

Submitted to Contest #175

Introducing Martha, the lady of the house. Martha had retired from her job as an events organizer when she was expecting. Now she was the mother of five year old twins, Beau and Celeste. Her sprogs were in their first year of primary school. One classic suburban night, Martha was still attending to her twins' whining needs at ten o'clock. She had got half her pyjamas on, before Beau and Celeste started their attention seeking competition. "Not one more drink of water!" she grumbled at her adorable offspring. "Yes, I know it is dark.Now go t...

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“Staring at a Phone.” by Julie Grenness

Submitted to Contest #174

Daniel was his name, a retired scientist, a dreamer. He was getting older. His hypertension was a concern. It was a challenge, but Daniel was uniting with his trusted doctor in regular check-ups and increases in his medication. It was like a tune up for his physical health. So far, so good. Daniel presented to the receptionist at the medical center right on time. He sat down, as he had a 9 am appointment. First cab off the rank. The good doctor was nowhere in sight, so Daniel stared at his phone. Browsing, browsing, browsing. Half an hour w...

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“A Tale of a Top Dude!” by Julie Grenness

Submitted to Contest #173

Somewhere, somewhen, Ronnie arrived in the world in the usual way. He was a shy, reticent, colonial boy. He was born and raised in his beachside town of "By-the-Sea." Ronnie was born to poor, but concerned, parents. This young lad toddled off to the education system, all the while hearing stories of the great whaling days of the old timers. He proceeded smoothly through his schooling, and often went down to the bays. There he swam and saw beached and stranded whales. Ronnie was learning then about the many theories why the whales were dyin...

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“Malnutrition Villa.” by Julie Grenness

Submitted to Contest #172

"Good morning, world. Another day in the life of Malnutrition Villa," thought Lynnie, an ageing, free caregiver for old Bobby Dullton. She barely did her hair, before he was moaning and calling for her. Lynnie attended to his needs, he was trying to turn on the television with his mobile phone. "Up and about early," she commented. She asked herself what Jesus would do. Smile and turn the other cheek. "Captain Smiley's here!" It was a day in the life of the ageing Dulltons. Lynnie answered the summons. Lynnie affectionately titled the villa...

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“Santa's Senior Moments.” by Julie Grenness

Submitted to Contest #171

It was that most magical time of the year, Christmas again. Santa was preparing for his long-haul flight. But this year, there was no turning back. Maybe he was never coming home. His sleigh was ready, with an open return-date. In spite of the usual traditions, the world had changed forever. Due to the ever expanding global warming and climate change, the North Pole had turned into a surf beach. It was now labelled, "New North!" Mrs. Merry Santa heaved a sigh, her grey hair and doughty bosoms prevented her wearing a bikini. She could hear o...

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“Ditch the Nits! ” by Julie Grenness

Submitted to Contest #170

"I've got a plan." Miss Aniston told herself. "Yes, a teaching plan." Miss Aniston had made it. It was her first week of teaching, and so far that morning, she had taught her lively teenage girls about Noah and the Ark. She had placed emphasis on God's message of salvation, redeeming the human race, and saving all the creatures of the globe. Now, it was time she had scheduled for journal writing, nice and quiet. One student, Nicola, seemed to love writing. Her pen was literally flying across her journal pages. Miss Aniston was thrilled, tea...

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“A Funeral in the Family. ” by Julie Grenness

Submitted to Contest #169

Crash! From the impending clouds, a massive blast of lightning cast a flash of brief, white light over the graveyard. Very dramatic, bit unnecessary. Marnie stood there and quivered. Maybe it was prophetic. Marnie had been doing her usual morning routine chores, with a chirpy heart. She woke up, the sun rose, she welcomed the day, and thanked the Lord for blessings. Marnie was always the one with the savior mentality, relied on for being calm and supportive. Then the old-fashioned landline had rung. Who was this? The telephone??? A long lost...

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“A Baysie Boy. ” by Julie Grenness

Submitted to Contest #168

Zane stood on the train platform. Six o'clock, long summer hot evening. He has some smokes, and a six pack of bourbon and cokes. Nice and chilled. He had lived in Baysie, a dull suburban wasteland. It was like a desert of empty shops and closed cafes, bounded by a freeway and a railway line. Baysie station was the end of the rail tracks. He clambered aboard the train to the Big City. He was finished with Baysie, leaving it all behind. He was going, finally. No more dole money, no more pregnant girlfriend, or his fighting family. Zane was tu...

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“The Family Bible. ” by Julie Grenness

Submitted to Contest #167

"Laughter is good for the immune system!" Flossie Boomer told herself. This was it, the day she planned to start her new online career. www. clairvoyant-at-home.com Flossie was descended from an impressive and scary array of the society of dead Grandmas. Their team leader had been Great-Grandma. Flossie, a style icon of fat fleecies, was the holder of the definitive family Bible. "And you're fat!" the shade of Great-Grandma spoke. Yes, Flossie and her boomer sisters had inherited the cuddlesome gene. Phwoar! Flossie was not a hottie. She s...

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“The False Dawn. ” by Julie Grenness

Submitted to Contest #166

No one could ever predict this, not even the designers of Sentience Inc. The latest robots had been produced. They rolled off the production line, seemingly perfect. This batch was designed and created to be sex assist robotic companions, each with an interactive responsive human/android interface. These robots were perfect in every way. Except, one sentient robotic brain was a deviant. He quietly went on his first assignment. He was to be a sex assist robotic companion to a mature Christian couple, somewhere down there in the Deep South. Th...

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“The Light's Still On......” by Julie Grenness

Submitted to Contest #165

At last, Becky was qualified. Yes, Becky Adams was now a nurse, SRN! Thrilled, she raced with the other newbie nurses to check their first assignment in their workplace. Becky had applied to nurse in the central hospital, Smallville General. Night shift! Oh, it could have been a lot worse. She had been assigned to a rotation as a night nurse in the Orthopedic ward. Becky accepted it, and was determined to put her best foot forward. She headed off home to her unit to prepare for her flash career, finally a nurse. It was the evening of her fir...

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Author bio

Hi, my name is Julie. I am a retired educator. I am an author and poet in Australia. I also write under my pen name, Barbara Binland. I am aiming to polish my writing. Cheers.