Rena Aliston

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Oct, 2022

Stories (5)

5 Stories

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“One Million” by Rena Aliston

Submitted to Contest #215

I entered the competition on a whim. Wasn’t expecting to win, but I did. One million dollars. I just had to spend one night in the house. But not just any house—the Baker house, which was haunted. Sitting in the back of the limousine, I clutched onto my overnight bag. My mother’s words blasting against my eardrum–stay away from the Baker house. It’s haunted. That was never proven. But speculation was enough to keep everyone away. Of course, a few strays desired to test the waters. Some came out unscathed. Not everyone was lucky, though. ...

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“The Sight” by Rena Aliston

Submitted to Contest #206

Her body trembled as she moved toward me, left leg limping, toes dragging along the tiled floor as she struggled to remain on her feet. Blue veins ran along her cheeks and forehead as her gray eyes stalked me.I backed away, attempting to move faster as she leaned in closer. Her mouth opened. Blood pooled out as her razor sharp teeth reflected off the overhead lights. Her jaws clamped together as she leaned into my neck.I held her back. She attempted to bite me again, opening her mouth wider. Placing my hand on her forehead, I pushed her away...

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“The Forest” by Rena Aliston

Submitted to Contest #206

Gene’s body collapsed against the twisted tree trunk. Hands resting on top of his knees, he stared at the ground, panting for air. “How much longer?” Brooke removed her backpack and tossed it on a bed of leaves. “How the hell are we supposed to know? This was your idea!” My eyes squinted through the thick fog as I listened to them argue. My ears struggled to make out sounds in the distance. “Enough! We’re lost. Regardless of who’s fault it is, we need to get out of here.” We ventured down a dark path. Trees hovered over us like shado...

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“Once Upon A Time” by Rena Aliston

Submitted to Contest #182

‘Once upon a time’, she said, that’s where we should start. At the beginning, when time had no meaning and darkness veiled what lay within chaos. But I had no recollection of a time when chaos was dark and couldn’t fathom a veil eclipsing time, as I’ve always seen the light and always heard the echo of life. But I obliged her and opened the fountain. Hesitant to turn the knob, bits of information trickled out of my mouth. Eventually, my words rushed out like a dystopian horror novel, haunting everyone who listened. The room grew quiet. A...

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“The Change” by Rena Aliston

Submitted to Contest #174

My mother said everything was changing while clutching my hands, squeezing my fingers together. She begged me to go to the cabin and stay there until it was over. Until what’s over? She never replied. Instead, she handed me a picture of her mother. My grandmother was a troubled woman. At least that’s what I heard growing up. She had visions, weird dreams. My earliest memory of her was when I was ten years old. She used to pace up and down the hallway in the middle of the night. A whisper escaped her lips every nine steps. I mentioned it to...

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Author bio

Rena Aliston is an American Indian (Saponi) independent electronic music artist, poet, and aspiring novelist.