Lisa Segale

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jan, 2020

Stories (8)

8 Stories

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“Losing My Rythem” by Lisa Segale

Submitted to Contest #79

Every light in the house was on and the noises coming from inside sounded just like those one would expect to hear at a party. This had to be the right place. I tucked my drumsticks into the large pocket on the inside of my coat and knocked on the bright red door. No one answered. I tried again. This time the door swung open so fast that it banged against the wall of the entryway. Good thing I wasn’t in its way or I would have been knocked off of the steps of the narrow walkway. &nb...

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“The Graffiti Vandal” by Lisa Segale

Submitted to Contest #72

The sound of the spray can was the only noise that could be heard in the posh downtown retail district. A vandal had already tagged almost all of the building fronts on the one hundred block of West Main Street. They finished painting and tossed the empty can aside, intentionally leaving it for the police. The vandal then pulled out a hammer from under their black overcoat and when they were done the windows of the elite bridal shop on the corner were smashed to bits and glass shards were scattered on the street, the sidewalk, and insi...

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“Breaking the Cookie Record” by Lisa Segale

Submitted to Contest #71

“Hand me another bag of flour,” I said. My hand was out, waiting to feel the weight of the bag. Nothing. “Okay, PLEASE hand me another bag of flour,” I said, this time with my palm up and my fingers wagging in anticipation. “Anna, that was the last bag,” said Layla, my best friend, and eighth-grade science partner. &n...

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“Robbery at Classic Creations & Confections” by Lisa Segale

Submitted to Contest #71

The phone rang, pulling me out of my sleeping slumber. I blinked quickly, trying to get my eyes to focus, and sat up in bed. I looked at the clock on the nightstand, it read 3:06 AM. Who was calling me at three in the morning? “Are you up?” the voice on the other end of the phone asked. It was my Aunt Martha, the dispatcher for the police department. “I am now,” I replied, yawning. “Get dressed, someone broke into the bakery. Kyle is already down there,” Aunt Martha said before hanging up on me. ...

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“Crescent Lake Summer Camp” by Lisa Segale

Submitted to Contest #68

Maddy and I sat on the dock and watched as the dark sky filled with golden streaks. The sun slowly crested over the horizon and we could see the giant orange disk growing in size as more of it became visible. The sky changed from shades of amber to orange to rose to violet and then back to amber again, all in a matter of seconds. The sunbeam colors were magnificent and the way the sun shimmered off of the lake was incredible. Soon the heat of the sun would touch our skin and we would be jumping into the lake to cool off, but for ...

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“Ellie's Secret” by Lisa Segale

Submitted to Contest #68

“So what if I kept it secret! It’s my secret to keep. How can she be mad at me for that?” I said into the phone as I walked out of the living room and into the kitchen where my Dad was making us breakfast. It was Sunday morning, and I was talking on the phone with Violet, my best friend since the first grade. “Come on, Ellie, you know that secrets tear apart friendships. You should have just told her,” Violet said. &nbsp...

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“Spending Halloween At the Spooky Cemetery” by Lisa Segale

Submitted to Contest #65

“I think you are chicken!” Jenny yelled at me. “No, I’m not!” I yelled back. “Then prove it!” “Fine! I will! I bet you I can spend the entire night at the spooky old cemetery on Locke Road and you can’t,” I said with a huff. “I’ll take that bet,” said Jenny with a smug look on her face. “What does the winner get?” I asked. “The loser does the winne...

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“Rainbow Valley” by Lisa Segale

Submitted to Contest #59

Annabelle was lying on her side with her knees curled up and her head resting on her outstretched arm. Her eyelids fluttered as she blinked rapidly to become accustomed to the light of morning. A smile touched her lips as she breathed in the sweet smell around her. She stretched out like a lazy barn cat and slowly sat up on the grass. “Rohan, wake up,” she whispered loudly. Rohan rolled his head back and forth, keeping his eyes shut tightly. It was too early in the morning to get up. He just wanted to stay a...

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Author bio

I write stories for my grandchildren to read to them at bedtime. They love them, so it encourages me to write more and more. Most of my stories center around kids/young adults as that is the age group that I prefer to write about. I hope you enjoy my stories.