Shannon Haffely

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Sep, 2019

Stories (6)

6 Stories

145 karma pts

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“Nameless” by Shannon Haffely

Submitted to Contest #187

Cinders glowed, a dim orange tinging the darkness around her. Snow fluttered, kissing her cheeks, her nose, her lips—kissing her where no one else would. Once more, the Nameless Woman—because that’s what she was now—brought the poorly-rolled joint to her mouth. Inhaling deeply, she relished the scorch in her lungs, the heady taste of herbal smoke coating her tongue, sticking to the back of her throat. Her nose ...

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“Thirst of Competition” by Shannon Haffely

Submitted to Contest #186

I had been staring at the screen for hours. TAKE A SNIPPET. MAKE IT SLOW. MAKE IT DIFFERENT. EXPERIMENT. My professor’s instructions. Vague. Embarrassingly difficult. If I didn’t pass this assignment I’d lose out on the opportunity of my dreams. Between Luis and I, only one of us could fill the empty spot at the most prestigious writing conference in New York City. And he was a far more productive writer than I was.I hadn’t changed a thing about the snippet in my novel. It’s an important turning point, a hea...

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“A Chance For Us” by Shannon Haffely

Submitted to Contest #113

cw: violence She wants to kill him. Or, at least, she wants him dead. The silence has left us suspended in time. Javiera stares at me expectantly. I shift my position, retie the ribbon at the end of my braid, smooth the creases of my skirt; anything to avoid looking at her. If she was a paying customer, I’d have no issue delving into her dreams, send her on her way with the knowledge that her psyche lusts for murder. But Javi isn’t a paying customer and she isn’t just anyone. “So?”...

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“Tonight” by Shannon Haffely

⭐️ Shortlisted for Contest #103

It wasn’t English. Not Spanish either. сегодня ночью. Mira traced the faded characters with her little finger, a delicate touch she feared might make the photograph crumble. Yellow stained the edges. Between her fingers it felt like parchment, a scratchy sort of repulsion; she had to fight to keep from tossing the photo. The front was no better. She could barely make out the face in the ...

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“The Bond Between Brothers” by Shannon Haffely

Submitted to Contest #9

Halloween was particularly cold this year. Light snow blanketed the busy city streets—the first snowfall of the year. I’d long since stopped trick-or-treating, but the kids who still had hope for the world ran about, asking fro candy with their adorable enthusiasm. Teenagers such as myself more often than not weren’t cute enough to get more than a stale carrot. With reddened hands stuck in...

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“Never Turn Your Back” by Shannon Haffely

Submitted to Contest #8

Whispers are the only thing you can hear in the dark streets of Amoa. They say never turn your back on the main street church. Especially if you’re alone. Their cold, breathy warnings are the only company you’ll find as you wander the asphalt coated with a thin layer of late fall snow. Wind ruffles my hair. I stagger as the strong gusts push me into the street, as if telling me to stay aw...

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Author bio

Hey, I'm Shannon, a teacher in Duluth, MN! I love to write as much as I love to breathe air. It's been a passion of mine for as long as I can remember. Generally fantasy and magical realism is my forte, but I'm always ready to dabble in other genres!

Shortlisted 1 story ⭐️

Contest #103

Tonight – read story