Rebecca Weinert

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Apr, 2021

Stories (5)

5 Stories

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“In the Dark” by Rebecca Weinert

TW: abuse, cheating We have plenty of time. The sun has barely reached the windowsill, liquid gold on dark grey, light green where it touches the bouquet that you brought, the one leaf that you couldn’t stop from sticking out and making the whole arrangement feel a little rough. You’re facing me, chest rising and falling in...

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“Strawberry Cakes” by Rebecca Weinert

The sun is blinking across the curved rooftops, I can barely see it from my balcony. A soft breeze is brushing through my open hair, messy from another restless night. I close my eyes and listen to the seagulls’ cries in the distance. If I focus, I can smell the faint, fresh salt in the air, hear the distant whispering of waves caressing a white beach. The air is s...

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“Rain” by Rebecca Weinert

TW: trauma, abuseThe smell of freshly ground coffee surrounds me. I am sitting at the table in the corner right next to the door, breathing in the fresh morning air, the scent of summer rain on cobblestones. I listen to the sound of the seagulls, a sound so new to me but so easy to get used to. The cup between my palms is still hot and I let my fingertips trace the rim, waiting for the coffee to cool so I can drink it.You never liked coffee. Maybe that’s why I picked it. The ...

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“Starry Nights” by Rebecca Weinert

TW: emotional abuse, domestic abuse, trauma“The stars are bright tonight.”“True.”You are sitting next to me, on the old wooden bench underneath the oak tree. You are pulling your jacket tighter around your freezing body, fingers tightened into fists to hide the shaking. You are always the first one to freeze. Maybe the cold is kinder to me because we are familiar.

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“Memories” by Rebecca Weinert

The door was locked. Elaine’s heart stopped, then started racing. No no no no no! Her stomach churned as she rattled on the heavy door that refused to open. Maybe whoever locked it was still there. She squinted through the glass panels but saw nothing except the warm light falling in through the entrance door onto ...

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Desparately trying to stitch words together. Shortlisted: "Rain"

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