Nichole Anderson

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Mar, 2021

Stories (6)

6 Stories

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“Obsession ” by Nichole Anderson

Maybe I am obsessed with him. If I wasn’t, I’d be able to get over him right? But I can’t. I know because I’ve tried, many times. During the pandemic, we were only talking once a week, our communication had just slowed. Not because I wanted it to but I did feel I was doing most of the communication. Also, what did we even have to talk about? Our routine was monotonous. Our conversation would repeat. What did you do t...

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“Heedless Love ” by Nichole Anderson

Trigger Warning: Sexual Abuse TraumaI feel sick with myself now for ever having feelings for him. I think I am disgusting and abnormal. I block myself from feeling anything now. Numb is better. I don’t want the familiar feelings creeping inside so I distract myself with something that is the opposite. Something that won’t remind me of him. I avoid any music he likes…Fleetwood Mac and Tom Petty especially. I tell myself I can separate myself from him and what happened in the past. I can be a different pe...

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“Rise Above” by Nichole Anderson

I stack the logs in the oven and make it real hot before I put my biscuits in. Mama says if you want to make a good biscuit, you have to cook them high and fast, no one wants a half bake biscuit. I’m only thirteen but I think I can make them just about as good as Mama’s. I watch them carefully as they bake; they rise into a nice golden brown but I’ll wait just a little longer. We all like them crispy in this house. ...

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“Stupid” by Nichole Anderson

I can feel it inside of me. Its blanket of darkness covers me and holds me down until I can barely breathe. I push, kick and scream; I know I can’t win but I will never stop fighting it. I don’t know why. Others have the ability to see it too but I don’t want them to. If I am to survive, I must find a way to hide it from them. Sometimes it’s so loud and clings to every part of my body, melting into the c...

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“A Loss” by Nichole Anderson

“This is my worst nightmare” I say, barely breathing the words out. I examine the folds of skin on my now deceased great grandfather while holding his cold, limp hand. I wonder what it looked like when he was younger and smoother. I picture him as a boy around ten playing baseball, and his mother afterwards wiping the dirt from his rosy cheeks. How easy it would be to pull out a handkerchief and wipe the dirt in ...

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“The Window” by Nichole Anderson

John Paul had been at The Bee’s Knees Diner for two hours when he finally ordered his dinner. It was a sad plate of overdone meatloaf and lumpy mashed potatoes. He even had to ask for extra ketchup since there was barely any sauce on top of it, which is not a proper meatloaf.  He wasn’t really all that hungry anyway but couldn’t think of anything else to do to pass the time. Counting the cracks starting...

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Welcome to my brain.