Stella Pasqual

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Oct, 2020

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“Closure” by Stella Pasqual

Submitted to Contest #68

It had been twenty-four years since she’d last seen it, but the place looked exactly the same. The blue shiplapped walls with the white trim and window frames were clean and bright as ever entering through the front door of Jane’s grandmother’s house. The kitchen was as old-fashioned as ever with the floral wall paper and gingam curtains, and still not a bit back in style. Everything about Grandma Alice’s house pulled Jane in with a comforting feeling. The smell of her grandmother was as palpable inside the house as if the old woman h...

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“Emily” by Stella Pasqual

Submitted to Contest #67

In the two minutes I wait in bed every night for my husband as he brushes his teeth, a million thoughts run through my mind. Too many thoughts for me to act on in the small time allotted in his simple night routine. Do I stow a kitchen knife under my pillow to protect myself? Do I take this moment of distraction as the sound of the electric toothbrush fills his head and make a run for it? Do I call the police? Reach out to a friend? Will anyone believe me? It’s been three weeks since our daughter Emily’s disappearance was dismissed as a run...

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“All the Right Reasons” by Stella Pasqual

Submitted to Contest #66

We’ve had enough twenty-three year old girls looking for a lifetime guarantee of brand deals on their instagrams while exploiting the vulnerable hearts of handsome men looking for love. Year after year we have contestants on the show who aren’t here for the right reasons. If they’re not here for our Bachelor they shouldn’t be here at all. This decision is not one we have made lightly - we’ve sacrificed Bachelor in Paradise by making this call. But we are certain that this change to the way that we run The Bachelor will not only produce more ...

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“No Disappointments ” by Stella Pasqual

Submitted to Contest #65

This morning the air was cold and damp, the grass was frosted over, and very little changed in terms of light and temperature from dawn to dusk. But the leaves were colorful, the crisp air felt fresh, and the rain hit the pavement with a soothing, poetic sound. This time last year if I woke up on a cold day I remember thinking that I didn’t miss seasons. A cold morning or a cloudy day sent me down a dark hole in my mind that I didn’t know what to blame on but the atmosphere. I was content to live in a city with no regard for variety and to d...

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