Leslie Flemons

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Oct, 2020

Stories (6)

6 Stories

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“Are You There, God? It's Me, Henry” by Leslie Flemons

Submitted to Contest #132

Are You there, God? It’s me, Henry. Listen, Big Guy. I don’t really know You. My mom keeps telling me to talk to You. I don’t know why. It’s not like You’d listen anyway. You’re probably up there wildin’ with the angels or something. I haven’t been to church in years. I bet You’re mad about that, huh? Are You even listening to me? Are You even real? I don’t know who I’m even talking to. Probably just a puff of air. Oh, well. If You’re there, God, please let me get some sleep. If You’re not, then…I’ll just get some sleeping pills. Good night,...

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“What a Dream” by Leslie Flemons

Submitted to Contest #103

Priya looked around. Where was she? It looked like some kind of city. But, it wasn’t New York. Like her hometown, the buildings stood close together. However, this city had much more color and cheer, if it were possible. On the contrary, the inhabitants were dull and lacking color. They were nothing but walking figures of nothingness. Most of them were wearing trench coats, or any coat for that matter. Priya wasn’t sure why anyone would wear a coat at this weather, which was funny because the sun wasn’t even out. The place was much smaller...

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“Do You Remember Me?” by Leslie Flemons

Submitted to Contest #81

Ramon remembered how he felt when he met Kelsey. Kelsey Dallas. She wasn’t your typical blonde-haired, blue-eyed girl. She was that girl who wasn’t afraid to go all natural with her hair. Her rich brown skin glowing, making the room shine. He reminisced how they played in the mud together as if they were pigs and chased each other with squirt guns. The boys would tease him for hanging around with a girl. But he didn’t care. To him, Kelsey was more than just a girl.Then he saw her - at Carley’s Coffee Shop. She didn’t look likeshe used to. Wh...

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“Stuck at Work” by Leslie Flemons

Submitted to Contest #77

It was finally 5:00. Rebecca sighed of relief as she took off her chef’s hat and gloves and headed for the exit. She couldn’t wait to go home to eat some more of that kugel. “Bye, guys,” she called out to her friends. She grabbed her coat from the rack. “Becca, wait!” Will called out as he and Martyn rushed from the kitchen. She huffed as she faced them, her arms already in the coat’s sleeves. “Listen to the news.” Will pointed to the television which showed a weatherman explaining what is going on with the town’s whether. “That’s right folk...

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“The Big Drummer Boy” by Leslie Flemons

Submitted to Contest #73

(A/N: The main character is a tall, black man.)I hung up a green balloon and climbed down the ladder. “How many invitations did you send out again?” I asked Christian who just finished frosting the last cupcake.“About fifty or so.”“Fifty? Isn’t that a bit much for a Christmas party?”“No. I don’t think so.”I ensured to keep the napkins folded into perfect squares. “I just love these parties you’re throwing, man.” Every year, Chris would have local musicians gathered around to celebrate the best time of the year. Each guest is allowed to showc...

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“Chills of Thrill” by Leslie Flemons

Submitted to Contest #65

Disclaimer: This is not a horror story."Nice night, isn't it?" Kyle asked. We were lying among the leaves, staring at the full moon. The leaves surprisingly felt soft. The wind gently blew against my face as I slightly sat up. I straightened my short, bright red hair, pushing the leaves off my head. The headstones surrounded us, watching our every move. The chirping of crickets relaxed my dark soul as I embraced the nature around us. I loved it here. It gave me peace and comfort. It reminded me that my loved ones were with me.During our stay...

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Author bio

-Introverted -Christian -Music Lover -African American -Female -College graduate with a BA in Communications (Class of 2020)