Serena Blade

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Nov, 2020

Stories (3)

3 Stories

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“Monday or Friday? ” by Serena Blade

Submitted to Contest #84

What day is it? Monday or Friday? I can't seem to recall? How can I? Everyday is the same thing over and over again. I wake up, drink my coffee, work from home, take a break, work, eat lunch, work, take my final break and then off work. After that, I sit at my desk and wonder where it all went wrong. I should have been a famous writer by now. I was forty years old. I was single, with two cats, and living with a roommate. I can still hear my mother's voice "Hunny! What are you doing? You are not getting any younger. Where are my grandkids? Do...

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“Richard” by Serena Blade

Submitted to Contest #81

I took a look at myself in the mirror and made a face. I was not happy. I had a lunch date with Richard and I felt out of place. It had been ten years since I last saw him. I looked different. Age sure took a toll on me. I was not the same innocent teenage girl Richard had met. Not even with foundation, could I cover the circles under my eyes. Bearing two kids didn’t help either. Why was I being so harsh on myself?  I was only meeting up with an old fling.   Old fling? Ha! More like an old boyfriend. I sighed with nervousness...

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“Mr. Von Dutch ” by Serena Blade

Submitted to Contest #77

“Have you arrived?” Valerie asked her. Heather looked outside her car window and stared into the ominous office building and sighed. She had to admit that she was a little nervous. The building was dark and she was alone. What was she doing there so late at night? The snowstorm was getting worse. I just hope I don’t get stuck here, Heather thought as she got ready to depart from the car and run into the building. “I’m here. Where is this file?” Heather asked. “Should be on my desk. Try to hurry.” Heather shuddered with the idea of walking in...

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Author bio

I write in order to express what I cannot in action. Depending on what is happening, the words scribbled in the paper, can be articulated in so many ways, with so many intents. One day, when I am gone, I hope my legacy remains well imprinted in the minds that continue to seek for me.