Rebekah Marriner

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Mar, 2021

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“Blue Saskia” by Rebekah Marriner

Submitted to Contest #100

Why she is blue I do not know. Her face glows bone white in the moonlight. She turns her face toward the moon and closes her eyes slowly to bask in the lunar glow. When she opens her eyes again they become portals swelling open across her face. The iris’ glow solar orange and spin like Saturn’s rings around the dense black holes of her pupils. Whereupon the moon is reflected, pock filled and cratered, in near perfect accuracy. There is nothing in those vast eyes that can give me a clue as to why she is blue, save the imagery of everything sh...

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“Encroachment” by Rebekah Marriner

Submitted to Contest #90

The hoar frost lay on the ground late this year. He had been awake for a few dawns now; the air had become less frigid and warmed his sleepy body. The winter was still trying to stay though. It had been a cold one; he had not ventured out much and had preferred the comfort of his drey. The autumn had been spent constructing the drey, which had been embraced by the thick branches of the oak tree he had made his home. The winter had stripped it of the leaves but he had made sure there was a stash of food in his home to see him through the...

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“The Wasps” by Rebekah Marriner

Submitted to Contest #88

She was supposed to be born on the first of April. In utero she considered this to be a bad move, a foolish foreboding that would perhaps taint the rest of her life. So, she found herself a comfortable position and waited the day out. The trouble was, she got too comfortable, she fermented in the amniotic sac, her skin wrinkled and she began to shrink. The Gods did not like that she was forgoing this wonderful opportunity that was life so they came together to discuss the situation. How she was to be delivered was to be left to the humans. T...

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“Coming Home” by Rebekah Marriner

Submitted to Contest #86

The Christmas lights were still in the window. They were switched off and sagged under three months of accumulated dust. There was something cold about that, Kelly thought, as the Paramedic wheeled her to the gate. It had cast her house in an uncanny gloom, like it had been abandoned and left to time. Which, she had realized, it had. She could remember the last time she had been in the house, although it had been somewhat chaotic. There were flashes of her nephews running around trying to grab as many items as they could to take with her, ...

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