Lisa Breen

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Apr, 2020

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“The Black Cat” by Lisa Breen

Submitted to Contest #41

When Midnight started to show up every so often- stalking behind me on my walk to the bus station, lounging on my deck furniture, terrorizing the local rabbit population- I was concerned. Don’t get me wrong. Midnight was a great cat. He didn’t meow all night begging for food, he tolerated me when I moved in with his owner, and he didn’t tear up the leather recliner. The key word in all of this is was. Midnight died a few weeks ago. Unfortunately, he’d had some sort of cancer, and we’d euthanized him to put him out o...

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“When Two Became One” by Lisa Breen

Submitted to Contest #40

Year 437 of the Verenium Empire The two children dashed down the stone hallway castle, giggling as they cast mischievous glances at each other. Titania’s bright blue eyes landed on the red tapestry hanging from the ceiling, and she grabbed the hem of Cassius’s untucked, pure white shirt. Later, he’d be scolded for rumpling such a fine material. She pulled him behind the tapestry, pressing her small hand to his mouth to keep him quiet. He smacked her hand away. “You’re the one laughing so loud,” he hissed, and ...

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“To End is to Begin Anew” by Lisa Breen

Submitted to Contest #39

She walked the empty street, whistling as she went. Already, nature was reclaiming what man had taken. The pavement, split and cracked from freezing winters turned to blistering summers, was overrun by golden dandelions and delicate white Dame’s rocket blossoms forcing their way through any gap. Stray dogs watched her warily, crouching besides buildings with broken windows and boarded up doors. The last of humanity had fought hard, yet selfishly, to persist through the disasters, hoarding food and barricading themselves in thei...

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“The Last View Effect” by Lisa Breen

Submitted to Contest #39

The boy detested bedtime. Late at night, when the boy said he couldn’t sleep, his mother had cradled him in her arms, swaying slowly as the wooden rocking chair beneath her creaked. From their position on the front porch, an explosion of stars twinkled across the indigo sky. To him, the stars were specks of glitter scattered over a piece of velvet. Pretty, but nothing special. Out in the sprawling fields, little light pollution ruined the view. It’s why his mother had bought that small, quaint house in the first place. It...

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