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Rebekah Christensen

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Sep, 2019

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End(Beginn)ing

Rebekah Christensen

Submitted to Contest #42

The bathroom was tiny, barely big enough for one person. Paint flaked off of the walls, the toilet was missing its lid, and rust smothered the sink’s metal faucet. Roseberry stood at the sink, staring into the mirror. A pair of dark gray eyes stared back at her, above a sharp nose dotted with freckles and a frowning mouth. A knock sounded at the door and someone called out, “You’ve been in there forever, Rosie! Other people have to use the bathroom too, you know!”Roseberry clenched her hands into fists. “My name is n...

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To Wish For More

Rebekah Christensen

Submitted to Contest #41

The small quelea bird flaps her wings, the others racing ahead. No matter how hard she flaps them, so hard it seems as if the feathers will tear away, she’s too slow. She flutters to a stop, clutching a leafy branch. She’ll only take a quick rest, just long enough to steal some air back from the sky, and then she’ll catch up.***The tiny bird, an impossibly soft ball of brown fluff, had always loved the nest. The nest was all she’d ever known. The nest and the sky. Until she wasn’t quite so tiny and was more feat...

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Lost ≠ Unfindable

Rebekah Christensen

Submitted to Contest #35

Nora inches the door closed as quietly as she can, wincing as something inside the house crashes.“NORA!” Screams her little sister, putting the emphasis on the second syllable, sounding eerily like their mother.Something clenches in Nora’s chest and she almost turns around, but then she hears something else shatter and she grits her teeth and forces herself to run. She runs until she can’t breathe and even then she doesn’t slow down, her heart pounding so hard her entire body goes thump, thump, like a flickering lightbulb. She does...

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Didn't I Warn You?

Rebekah Christensen

Submitted to Contest #34

2/20/2020 17:15 Unknown Number: Hey! Is this Alex?17:23 Alex: Who is this?17:23 Unknown Number: I’m in your chemistry class. My name is Maya17:24 Alex: Oh you’re the one with purple glasses right?17:26 Maya: Yeah17:26 Maya: Ellery gave me your number17:27 Maya: She said you were good at chemistry17:29 Alex: I guess so17:30 Maya: Would you mind helping me study for the next exam?17:30 Maya: It’s totally fine if you’re too busy17:32 Alex: No I can do that!17:38 Maya: Are you free tomorrow evening? Around 6?17:39 Alex: Yeah should we meet ...

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Too Many Whispers

Rebekah Christensen

Submitted to Contest #29

I’m going crazy. That’s what everyone tells me. That’s what they whisper when they think I’m not listening. That’s why they take me to see people whose smiles are fake and who ask you millions of questions and take notes and nod and say they understand when they don’t. That’s why when people come over for dinner and eat dead animals and drink wine while I munch on granola bars, they say that I’m a unique girl and then when they think I’m not looking they start to whisper about me. And if what everyone says is true, and I am going c...

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Why Plastic Really Isn't As Bad As Everyone Wants You To Believe

Rebekah Christensen

Submitted to Contest #15

I've seen SO many articles recently about the evils of plastic, so I thought I'd write my own article to set the record straight. Plastic isn't that bad! This is the real truth: the cotton industry teamed up with the government to brainwash the public into thinking plastic was harmful so that everyone would buy reusable bags made of cotton. Personally, I like to be an informed citizen. So here I am to debunk all the myths about plastic you've been led to believe.First of all, people are saying plastic never decomposes.&nb...

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Coincidence

Rebekah Christensen

Submitted to Contest #13

The first time, it was nothing more than a strange coincidence. She didn't think much of it. It was just a cat; it didn't mean anything.She didn’t even stop to look at it, just continued along the sidewalk. She had long ago perfected the walk of not too fast and not too slow. Fast enough to seem like she belonged, like she had a purpose, but slow enough so as not to appear as if she were running from something, as if she had something to hide. She didn't smile at anyone, but she didn't frown at anyone either.She stu...

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