Sarah Goodner

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Oct, 2022

Stories (7)

7 Stories

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“Supernatural Consequence” by Sarah Goodner

Submitted to Contest #181

Larry checked his rear view mirror for the red and blue flashing lights he hoped he’d outrun. He glimpsed a reflection of himself, the baseball cap barely shielding his crazed brown eyes and half-grown, scraggly brown beard. The smell of acrid sweat rose off him like beer mixed with sour cream that had gone bad. The wreck he caused by his drunken driving was miles behind him, but he kept running, just in case. He had accidentally swerved into oncoming traffic and then back into his lane at the last minute, but not before an oncoming c...

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“The Gambler” by Sarah Goodner

Submitted to Contest #180

The Gambler Kage Griffin sat down at the blackjack table with $10,000 worth of chips he’d just won from craps. Tonight was his night. He was going to start earning back all the money he’d drained from his children’s college funds. He motioned to the waitress who was wearing a tiny French maid costume, “Double scotch on the rocks, honey.” “Sure thing,” she smiled. It was a challenge to file a sexual harassment complaint when she was showing half her boobs, she reminded herself. Plus, this was a customer who obviously had a lot of money t...

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“Santa Claus is Coming to the Party” by Sarah Goodner

Submitted to Contest #178

Alex and I were messing up my makeup and hair in the guest bedroom where all the coats and purses were being stashed. We’d locked the door, but no one had tried to get in within the last fifteen minutes. This was a good thing because my bra had just come off. Outside the guest room, the company Christmas party was in full swing. Music was playing at a high decibel, and people were laughing over the sound of Mariah Carey singing about all she wanted for Christmas. Realtors might be some of the laziest self-employed people on the face of the...

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“Lending a Hand” by Sarah Goodner

Submitted to Contest #175

It was nearing December. Most of the leaves that were going to fall off the trees already had, so I was raking the vacant lot next door to us. We’d lived in our house for fourteen years, and I’d never met the owner. Our subdivision had once been forest, so with the amount of trees, the grass never grew tall enough to necessitate mowing. Fall was a bitch, however, and all the leaves that fell from the multitude of Oaks next door inevitably wound up in my yard if I didn’t rake it. It was a sizable lot, I was already twenty trash bags in at noo...

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“An Evolutionary Fall” by Sarah Goodner

Submitted to Contest #174

The seasons were changing, and the air was crisp and cool. It had become easier to hear the sound of the traffic on the freeway as the molecules in the air clung together to find warmth. Joining the freeway noise was the sound of dry leaves underfoot and fighting together in the breeze on their way down to the cold ground. This was my favorite time of year. For some reason, I’ve always associated the smell of autumn with childhood. At this time of year, my mother would open all the windows, letting the clean smell in to mingle with the tur...

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“What Comes Around” by Sarah Goodner

Submitted to Contest #171

Adriana zipped up her suitcase with a flourish. She was angry. Angry with Chas, angry with her mother, angry with herself. She was so ready to leave this god-forsaken town that had been the setting of so much heartache. She didn’t need to be at the airport for another hour, but she couldn’t stand looking at the poorly painted paneled walls of this room any longer. She picked up her phone and ordered the Uber. Five minutes away. She dragged her overstuffed suitcase off the bed and onto the floor, swung her backpack over one shoulder, and pick...

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“The Kiss of Death” by Sarah Goodner

Submitted to Contest #169

I first met the woman a month ago at the voodoo shop. She had been locking up the store, and I could sense her power from across the Rue Royal. She was practically glowing with it. This was no retail hack, she was the real thing. Why she was slumming in the Quarter, I had no idea. I carefully crossed the street, dodging in and out of the tourists drunken legs and cautiously approached the woman, whose name was Serafina. She stopped and looked around suspiciously when I plucked the fact from her head, confirming her sensitivity and power. She...

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Author bio

Sarah Goodner learned to read when she was only three years old, or at least that's what her parents told her. She hasn't been seen in public or private without a book ever since. She got a degree in Elementary Education so she could teach children how to never leave the house without books, as well. Her favorite part of the day was storytime. She's not sure what the favorite part of her students' day was. You should ask them. After a short time, Sarah turned in her chalkboard to become a Realtor, which gave her plenty of opportunity to view haunted houses and hear weird stories from people who wanted to buy or sell haunted houses. Combining her love of reading and haunted houses, she started to write about all things scary and true(ish).