S. Hjelmeset

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Aug, 2024

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“Late” by S. Hjelmeset

Submitted to Contest #275

Estranged from my sister for fourteen years, I couldn't decline when she called for help to clear our childhood home. I said a date, and it was settled.Thus began the search for a moving company. They don't have that back home - everybody has a driver's license, and if they don't own a large car, they damn well know someone who does.I chose to spend my time with my dying father instead of getting my driver's license like every other eighteen-year-old did back then. After he died, I moved. Nobody needs a car in Oslo.I asked online for someone...

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“Pineapple” by S. Hjelmeset

Submitted to Contest #272

Spinning, spinning, spinning, her tiny feet walk up my legs, over my belly, over my chest, until she turns to land on her feet. «Again!» she squeals, and I take her hands in mine to let her spin once more. I look over to my brother, who is doing the same thing. Our cousins are in an exceptionally good mood today. Even the toddler in grandma's lap hasn't cried once. The children's infectious shrieks of laughter have put smiles on all our faces, and to make matters even better, mama and aunty are preparing the first real meal in days.The smell...

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“Easter” by S. Hjelmeset

Submitted to Contest #270

It had been a while since the last time she went back to her childhood home. It was already easter, and Janne hadn't been back to visit her mother since sometime last year. The house - the whole region - held so many bad memories, and the ten-hour bus ride definitely didn't help her wanderlust. But she had to come home. At least to help her mom clear out the attic and prepare them both for the big move mom would have to make in a few year's time. Old people's homes, assisted living, or whatever they call it these days.As always, they en...

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“Irin” by S. Hjelmeset

Submitted to Contest #267

Ako is gone in the morning. I'm not even surprised I don't miss him. I have my daughter now, and the elated relief I feel whenever she catches my eyes without screaming illuminates the whole nunnery. My cheerful optimism is infectious and such a nice change of pace that I almost forget about Dr. Cora. 'You are still here?' Ako asks when he comes by the kitchen for lunch. 'I've been having such a wonderful time with our little charmer, I was thinking I'd wait until she's having her nap.' I can't take my eyes off her, just as she can...

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Author bio

Five summers ago, my brain was hijacked by a story I finished revising this year. It's called Mane (and now I try to translate it into Norwegian while I'm seeking representation).