Sue Schroeder

Author on Reedsy Prompts since May, 2022

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“Not All Who Wander ...” by Sue Schroeder

Submitted to Contest #220

Angel sat with her knees drawn up. The wind whipped her hair around like a Medusa. Sand stung her cheeks and she buried her face in her knees, letting the tears fall. Even though she was hidden under the embankment of the bridge, the wind pulled at her. Come into the darkness, it seemed to say.Why, oh why hadn’t she listened to the weather reports? Well, she had, but meteorologists were always wrong. And Houston just didn’t get storms like this. She’d gotten worried about the weather on her commu...

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“The Viper” by Sue Schroeder

Submitted to Contest #218

Standing near the crest of the hill, Janelle basked in the day's warmth as sunlight flushed her cheeks. She could hear seabirds wheeling overhead, screaming as they looked for food. A raven, her favorite bird, called in the distance.A breeze, fresh from the sea, cold and acrid, brisk and salted, swept the hair from her shoulders and stung her cheeks. The tendrils whipped in the air like a hundred black vipers striking at their prey. She reveled in it, knowing she looked like a Medusa.Her leather jerkin creaked as Janelle turned toward her fa...

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“Magic in the Air” by Sue Schroeder

Submitted to Contest #217

“May I sit here?” The burble of voices and the clatter of cutlery made the words difficult to hear the first time. “Do you mind if I sit here?” the woman asked again.Beth looked around, noting that the café was full. People were chattering, enjoying the first refreshing day after a brutal summer. Beth inhaled the steam from her coffee cup, the warm scent reaching into her brain, sending soothing endorphins through her body. Beth nodded reluctantly. She had been enjoying this quiet time. She watched as the stranger sat opp...

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“Knight Night” by Sue Schroeder

Submitted to Contest #216

She closed her eyes.Gently, as if enveloped in a sweet melody, she breathed the heady, earthy aroma rising from her mug. The quiet rustle of newspapers and the soft burble of voices formed a backdrop to the occasional clatter of ceramic against a metal countertop. Bright morning sunlight filtered through the shop window, casting crystal rainbows across the patterned floor.Martha took a sip, then languidly opened her eyes. She smiled at the man sitting across from her. His bemused smile telegraphed his delight."I'm always surprised at how com...

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Author bio

I love the sound of words! I write poetry and short stories. I hope you enjoy reading it!