Stephenie Domenico

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Sep, 2020

Stories (4)

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“Arkansas” by Stephenie Domenico

Submitted to Contest #99

“You’re in my space!”“Nuh-uh! She’s in your space. Just shove her over. She’s sleeping, she won’t know.” “Why can’t you just move?”“I can’t move! I don’t have any more space!”Mom closed her eyes and heaved a sigh before half turning in her seat and snapping, “Stop that bickering!” She glared at them both and there was silence for half a beat before a chorus of protests filled the air. She turned her glare on her husband in the driver's seat. He had the air of a man who was unaware of t...

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“The Compromise Tree” by Stephenie Domenico

Submitted to Contest #90

Now“Coming down!” I yell through the small opening in the ceiling.“Okay, let go. I’ve got it.” I feel Dean catch the weight of the box as I balance it on the pull-down ladder to our attic.I turn to descend myself and sneeze hard, stirring up even more dust. One of these days, I really should drag the shop vac up here and remove a layer or two of dust. It was a knee-jerk thought. There was no way I was going to attempt to drag a shop vac up into the attic.“You kno...

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“School Haze” by Stephenie Domenico

Submitted to Contest #90

Jeremy slipped on his rubber coat and grabbed his gas mask off the peg by the door then yelled “Bye mom! I’ll see you after school!” before he finished fastening it over his face. “Don’t leave yet!” came the shouted reply. Jeremy rolled his eyes. It was the same thing every morning. He unclipped the mask and waited to see what she wanted this time. His mother came hurrying into the r...

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“The Caretaker” by Stephenie Domenico

Submitted to Contest #89

TW: murder 1. As I waited for the EMTs to arrive I stood over her body and remembered the first time I had thought about killing her. It had been one of those passing thoughts that come in a moment of anger.   If I smothered her with her pillow, they would probably never know. They'd just assume she died in her sleep.   At that moment, it had felt like more than a passing thought. It had felt like a desire.   I could feel the longing to pick up th...

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Author bio

Just a big city girl living in a small town with my favorite person and our two dogs. I consider myself a student of the world because everything interests me. I enjoy writing, used to write stories when I was young, but school seemed to have drummed fiction out of me and I’ve spent many years trying to relearn the ability. I’m here to exercise those muscles and wouldn’t mind any suggestions you’d like to make! I write a blog about my experiences fostering animals and attempting to train my dogs at wimbadog.Wordpress.com if you’d like to read my non-fiction work.