LeeAnn Hively-Insalaco

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Aug, 2023

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“It Must Be Midnight” by LeeAnn Hively-Insalaco

Submitted to Contest #239

     It must be midnight, Lily thought to herself, as her eyes focused on her surroundings. To her left, Lucy, her eldest sister, and to her right, Lydia, the middle of the Hawkins girls. In the center, she sat with no idea how she arrived here in this room with its rocking, rhythmic restlessness. But as soon as her eyes focused, they glazed over anew, and she dreamily looked around the carriage again. For that is where they sat, the three Hawkins girls, slight and pale beneath heaps of obsidian curls and heavy skirt...

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“Beam Me Up” by LeeAnn Hively-Insalaco

Submitted to Contest #211

     I clasped my hands in front of me like a good little boy and watched Not-Naughty-Librarian thumb through the book looking for something that seemed mighty important to her. I couldn’t tell you what she was so intent on finding that she couldn’t even spare me a passing glance seeing as how I was dead and hadn’t had orientation yet. All I knew was I didn’t seem to be in hell since there was a considerable lack of hellfire and brimstone.      I don’t remember the exact moment I died. O...

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“Your Point Is?” by LeeAnn Hively-Insalaco

Submitted to Contest #210

     We interrupt your regularly scheduled programming to bring you an important message from the office of the President of the United States of America.      Hardly a single head in Tequila Mockingbird, the high-class bar in a dead-end town, stirred an inch in response. The President had stopped mattering much to anyone in this area many moons ago. Across the country, there was a similar non-response wherever the TV programming could be interrupted.      L...

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“Ribbons” by LeeAnn Hively-Insalaco

Submitted to Contest #209

*Please note that there are themes of parental abuse, mental health issues, abandonment, and implied sexual abuse present in this story.* The rumbling snores from the backseat threatened to rival the bass from her playlist, creating a sense of amazement that such big sounds could come from something so small. The corner of her mouth rose ruefully; That’s not all that’s surprising tonight.     Anna was no stranger to surpises. She was adaptable. That was part of her whole schtick. Adaptable, funny, intelligent, st...

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