Rema Teller

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jul, 2020

Stories (7)

7 Stories

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“Heart Full Of Coal” by Rema Teller

Submitted to Contest #51

You know there’s something not quite right about her but you continue anyway, the tequila slammers don’t help.She’d caught your eye on the dance floor. Well, she grabbed it with a smile and a flick of her long hair. For a moment you looked behind you, was there someone beautiful behind?Then her delicate hand was on your shoulder pulling you around. It felt gentle and smelt of spicy vanilla. Somehow you ended up dancing together.You look to her now and wonder. Does she feel sorry for you? You can't even remember how you ended up here. Alone.&...

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“Chasing Rubies ” by Rema Teller

Submitted to Contest #50

I could see myself again, the other version. The fake one. It was standing over my bed staring at me, it's eyes filled with worry. I watched as it turned it's head and crept towards the corridor. I followed it. It was turned away from me blocking the front door. I could tell by the way their shoulders were moving they were crying. They were always smiling, never crying. Why were they crying now? I crept closer to them but they opened the front door to run away. -----I ran after them but I found that the door didn't lead to my own street...

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“Creators' Rating ” by Rema Teller

Submitted to Contest #49

She wasn’t the first human to meet one of them and she wouldn’t be the last. Billions of them, and other beings, had passed through but—no matter where they came from—many asked similar questions iterated in different forms. ‘Are we the only other beings?’ ‘Are we special?’ ‘What was the point of it all?’ ‘Why did you create us?’ They—the creators—sometimes sighed but they were fairly patient and answered the question in the best way they could, through showing the beings rather than just telling. They sat apart b...

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“A Monster” by Rema Teller

Submitted to Contest #49

Mark arrived at the emergency reception but he didn’t have a burn, scratch or break anywhere to be seen. A few people in the waiting room watched him as he spoke quietly to the receptionist. With a soft smile, she pointed him over the waiting room seats. He was walking fine, not as if injured, but he moved over to the seats with a strange sway—like a ventriloquist’s dummy—as if his weak body was being held up by an invisible force.He looked dishevelled, his mousy hair a greasy mop, his eyes red as if he hadn’t slept in weeks. He hadn’t. Not ...

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“The Umbrella Guy ” by Rema Teller

Submitted to Contest #49

The umbrella guy. I remember the first day I saw him. Upsetting and strange, sure. But, back then, I couldn't know how much his figure would come to haunt my thoughts. 'Who's that guy?' I'd asked, pointing outside the window. Sarah gave me a knowing look. A sad look. 'We call him the umbrella guy.' I was supposed to be clearing plates but Sarah started bustling around me, clattering, as she started to clear them instead. 'He's been waiting for hours…but he hasn't got on a bus.' I said. 'Why?' I...

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“Frogs in Hot Water” by Rema Teller

Submitted to Contest #49

They were waiting while the ice caps melted into the sea. The sound of ice, the size of small countries, breaking apart, disappearing into the ocean. A deep rumble that would shake them to their core but it was rumbling in places they couldn’t reach. Places they could ignore. Maybe if they could hear it, if they could feel it, it would make them shudder. But they didn’t listen. The water was too cold yet, too icy and far away. But, even from far away, it began to touch them, some of them—not enough. Flood water to the knees. Places disappear...

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“The Wooden Palace ” by Rema Teller

Submitted to Contest #48

Alara was sitting amongst a flurry of butterflies, they circled in a spiral around her like a shoal of fish. She was getting stronger. Her eyes were closed, lined with concentration. Her mind was focused, inhabiting all of their minds—her arms disappearing into paper-thin wings.If she could just keep the swirl flowing for a few more minutes—it could be her longest swirl yet. The whispers in the forest began encouraging her. She hadn’t seen them yet. Who were they?She couldn't help it; she peeked. Nobody there. Curiosity had broken the flow. ...

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Author bio

Hello! readers and writers. Thanks for visiting. I'm a lover of cats and darkly beautiful things. Expect light & dark stuff, weirdness and (hopefully) thought-provoking stories. I follow back & I return feedback (sorry if this takes me a while!). Please follow me on social media! I love meeting new readers and supporting other writers. I mostly use Twitter: https://twitter.com/RemaTeller But I'm on these too: https://www.instagram.com/remateller https://www.facebook.com/Remateller