Renate Buchner

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Mar, 2024

Stories (8)

8 Stories

233 karma pts

?

“A Day of Resilience” by Renate Buchner

Submitted to Contest #274

It enchanted me to watch the yellow, red, orange, and brown leaves dancing in the wind; I turned 360 degrees; arms wide open.Is it that long ago since I walked down this alley?The American Elm, the most prevalent tree in this alley, has a strong, unpleasant scent when it's green, but today's fall leaf hardly smelled at all—or so I thought. I hold my breath as a Ruby-throated hummingbird flies past my head over the whirling leaves towards a tree.In a hurry, I grabbed the camera from my backpack with a 400mm focal length objective without losi...

8 comments 8
Read story

“When the moon shines brightest” by Renate Buchner

Submitted to Contest #268

There is a disturbing mumbling, the words unintelligible; he presses his hands against his ears; his upper body moves up and down. A woman's scream echoes through the night sky covered with bright stars.He took his hands away from his ears and slowly sat up. People from the village rushed up to him, some storming into the barely furnished house. Shortly after, he heard a high-pitched scream—but not from the woman before. The screaming turned into crying and lamenting.The man turned around, his eyes empty, his face pale; as if in a trance, he...

6 comments 6
Read story

“Angie's all about baby dragons ” by Renate Buchner

Submitted to Contest #267

The woman with the remarkably long silvery hair who always suits up for events like today's rubs her fingertips gently over the paper. She doesn't smile often, but as she finished the last sentence of the manuscript late at night, the corners of her mouth turned up. She squinted slightly when the first rays of sunshine appeared and the outline of her human-sized figure, Athena, moved across her creation. A positive omen?She approached the door and halted for a while. Her head rotated to the side, ensuring the manuscript faced down so the sun...

2 comments 2
Read story

“How long can I stay?” by Renate Buchner

Submitted to Contest #265

People rushed to my right and left, looking pale and nervous, while some appeared astonished or, worse, clueless. Amid the turmoil, I reasoned that putting myself slightly in front of the screen displaying scheduled departure flights would be a smart idea. It was not.With each passing minute, more flights are canceled. That is akin to Russian roulette. And watching didn't make me feel great. Still, I stared. It seemed the screen was holding me in place with a magnet. I didn't realize anymore that people were yelling and weeping aro...

8 comments 8
Read story

“The Warthog, the rosty Subaru and Anna” by Renate Buchner

Submitted to Contest #249

Her old Subaru made a puffing noise every time she pressed the gas pedal, and it got much louder when she stepped on the brakes to stop in front of the gate. The guards raised their heads as they heard the screech of the brakes. There were three guards: one in the cabin at the Klaserie Private Nature Reserve entrance gate, and two outside approaching Anna, one of whom appeared to be the dog's handler. The guard holding the device walked towards her on the driver's side. He grimaced but said nothing further. He pointed to the reader, sim...

17 comments 17
Read story

“30 minutes” by Renate Buchner

Submitted to Contest #247

I rubbed my chilly thighs with my palms after spending so much time kneeling on wet, dewy grass; even the smallest movement of my legs hurt."Where are you, Lena?" I brushed the branches away to have a clear view of Hangar 2. I felt a thrill of warmth rush through my body as I saw the silhouette of the small, two-seat Robinson R22 Helicopter through the path lights.A short distance away, there was a rustling sound that made my pulse skip a beat. I crouched even lower, nearly lying on the ground. The sound approached gently. I paused my b...

11 comments 11
Read story

“The Sigmund-Thun-Gorge” by Renate Buchner

Submitted to Contest #244

He tilts his head slightly to the side and places his hand against the shell of his ear, but the thundering water drowns out the voice of the man standing opposite him. He gives a hand gesture, indicating a different direction. The other man nods and follows him over the crudely constructed wooden bridge, trembling and shivering as he holds on to the ropes that act as rails. The dampness that soaked the bridge's wooden slats rendered them soggy and each step felt like a passageway on a ship.Upon reaching the opposite bank, the man grasped th...

19 comments 19
Read story

“The Poor Poet” by Renate Buchner

Submitted to Contest #242

The walls of an ancient Scottish castle arranged with paintings of people, animals, and abstract figures began to come to life as darkness fell and froze as daylight returned. My aunt used to tell me this fairy tale all the time. Yes, it was a long time ago, and I have since gone to the museum several times at night to write down my thoughts. I even pursued it as a career. You could think I'm a loser. But I'm telling you, it's all true. Do not give me this look. I noticed you staring at me with your enlarged, weary eyes. The art historian's ...

2 comments 2
Read story

Author bio

Renate Buchner has not written a bio yet!