Nicki Nance

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Nov, 2022

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“Dark Hearts, Sweetheart Deals, and Donuts.” by Nicki Nance

A gangly teen with stunning brown eyes and shaggy hair rolled a mop bucket past Ellie’s table in CC’s Confectionery and Café’.He moved with purpose, quick but careful. When he noticed her watching, he grinned.“Who’s the little heartbreaker, CC?”“Jack. More like heartbroken. He lives at the group home across the street.”“Troubled teen?”“Nope. Troubled parents and a missing brother.” CC sighed. “Michael was a good kid, too. Listen, Jack is always looking for work. Will you be hiring for Magique?”“I ...

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“Wanda, The Unaided” by Nicki Nance

Strange what people think of when they are dying. My mother was succumbing to cancer. She sat propped up by pillows, and pointed to the bottom drawer of her dresser. “I haven’t balanced the checkbook in months. The insurance policies are in there, too.” She shook her head and sighed. “Daddy won’t even look at it, so you’ll have to take care of it.” “I’ve got it covered.” I tried to sound cheerfu...

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“The Empath” by Nicki Nance

Zach was peeling off his cap and gown when Jenny tapped him on the shoulder. “Stop by the shop before you go home, OK?” He was surprised to be looking into the honey-colored eyes he loved and feared.He shook out his unruly black hair. “Uh…OK. Did I forget to do something?”Jennie scoffed. “As if I would make you come to work on your graduation day.” His anxiety shuddered through her. “Nothing to be anxious about. I have a present for you, but it was too big to carry.”Zach gave her a sheepish smile. “Yeah?”“Yeah....

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“Embracing the Bat” by Nicki Nance

I want to love you as I love all things in nature, as I love vampire lore and Gothicity, as I love true crime and horror, but our first meeting was – unnerving. ] You sailed past me uninvited, the size of an eagle – in my mind. I cleverly trapped you in the old house, jumped out of a window, locking me out and you in as darkness fell in a dangerous neighborhood. The dark, the neighb...

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“Going Over” by Nicki Nance

Sky. Tree. Grass. Tree. Mud, Sky, Rock, Sky, Black.Sosy Michaels rolled, slid, and bounced to the bottom of the hill, and settled so close to the river that it drew her golden curls into long, lithe dancers gracefully moving to the music of the water. She was covered in blood, grass, and dirt.Silence, pain, buzzing, splashing. “You are the luckiest unlucky girl I ever met.”Sosy opened her eyes to a blue-eyed stranger in a flannel shirt and ball cap. She tried to push herself up, but a ...

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“Swapping Spirits” by Nicki Nance

           “So, what’s the catch?” Bix followed Sienna out of the bathroom and into their bedroom. They straightened the bed together. “I don’t see how you can take this curse off me without me having to go through a trial or make a sacrifice.”           She shook her head and chuckled. “You watch too many movies.”           “I’m...

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“Witch Walk” by Nicki Nance

“I’ll tell her you called, but I’m not giving you her address.” Danny Fortunato disconnected the call and turned to see his son, Rhett, staring at him from across the greenhouse. “Trouble?”Danny shrugged. “Not yet. Jen’s brother is looking for her. He probably wants to guilt her into going back to Ohio with him.”Rhett scowled as he finished straightening the seedlings. “God, not this again. You really need to get a girlfriend with some staying power.”“C’mon, Son. Jen and I have been together for four years....

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“Between the Lines” by Nicki Nance

“Welcome to Between the Lines. I’ll be right with you,” Rina Roche called from the back of the bookstore. “It’s just me, Babe.” Jack Roche let the stack of boxes he was juggling drop to the stock room floor. He pulled off the tie that held back his dark hair and sighed. His soulful brown eyes met hers. Rina put down the box she was unpacking and went to him. “You look lost, Sweetheart.” She wrapped her ...

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Author bio

I am a retired psychotherapist and full-time psychology professor at a college serving only the neurodiverse. My first efforts at writing fiction were short stories published in Sherilyn Kenyon’s Dark Hunter anthologies, Sanctuary and Return to Sanctuary.