Susannah Webster

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jul, 2020

Stories (22)

22 Stories

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“16 Years, 1 Month, & 3 Days Ago” by Susannah Webster

Submitted to Contest #66

I remember that day like it was yesterday. Thomas reached for my hand between us and squeezed it gently. That boy. He was always so gentle. That time it may have been because my palms were so sweaty, but nevertheless.  I  wondered if he could see my tremors. They felt so strong, like if I wasn’t careful, the entire STAPLES Centre would turn and look at me. But I was just being nervous, of course. I wonder briefly what I wouldn’t give to feel that same fear again. Of course, it’s just as likely that when he curled his fingers arou...

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“The Delicate Restoration of Hope” by Susannah Webster

Submitted to Contest #63

The anxious tapping of Allie’s foot was the only nearby sound, hindered only by distant suburban traffic. The rhythm of her pounding heart was out of sync with that of her shoe, and so was born a jagged and adrenaline-fuelled song. A new twinge of pain struck her nerves as the old image of a blonde teenage boy flickered in her mind, but it was immediately pushed away. Today is for me, not Rylan, she told herself. A new day. Just as it had many times before, Allie’s head snapped toward the end of the street as a small black car’s engine purr...

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“I Owe You” by Susannah Webster

Submitted to Contest #62

The rain grows heavier on the Starbucks window, beating a wild rhythm against the glass. Oh, great, I think. Now I’m going to have to walk to the car in that. Maybe it was a mistake to try to finish the last few minutes of my English assignment once it started raining. It doesn’t matter. I’m done now.My fingertip drags my laptop cursor across the screen, toward its bottom corner, and almost to the power button. But before the little arrow can click, an email notification pings on the side of the screen. My heart stops when I see the pop-up.J...

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“A Gorgeous Night” by Susannah Webster

Submitted to Contest #61

Stepping out of the cab feels like hammering the last nail into my coffin. Every nerve, every muscle in my body tells me to turn around, to go home, consequences be damned. For a brief moment, I consider it, but then Ella’s disappointed face appears in my mind, and all thoughts of flight dissolve. Fight it is. I take a deep, shuddering breath. Ella’s fingertips gently lace around mine and I squeeze her hand tightly, my gaze landing on the auditorium.  Next to me, Ella turns toward me with an anxious smile. “Come on. It’ll be fun.” The...

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“Passing Ships” by Susannah Webster

Submitted to Contest #58

Evan Clark got on the empty elevator on floor nineteen. He had been putting off leaving work, dreading his next destination, and he was running late. He tapped his foot and stared around the elevator impatiently.  To his great dismay, the elevator stopped at floor seventeen to welcome an extremely frazzled looking Brianna Cowell, whom Evan did not recognize.  Long moments of silence passed, anxiety emanating from both bodies in equal force. Little did they know, the possibility of either getting where they were headed on time had...

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“Don't Tell” by Susannah Webster

Submitted to Contest #57

The day’s fierce blizzard had dissipated, leaving behind small flakes falling sparingly onto the thickest layer of snow New York City had seen that year. The suburbs surrounding the city appeared magical, though many residents saw nothing more than an annoyance. Along with many in her neighbourhood, Isabelle Moore watched the snowfall outside her office window. She was momentarily distracted from the task at hand; the writing of her will. This was rather unusual. There was, in fact, no particular reason for Belle to be concerning herself wi...

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“The Lingering Melody of Days Long Past” by Susannah Webster

Submitted to Contest #54

A chirping bell rings noisily above the glass door as Callie nudges it open. The warm air evokes the fall of a small sigh from her chapped lips as her long chestnut hair settles around her small shoulders. The cozy Starbucks café is a pleasant escape from the busy downtown street and its crisp early autumn air. With grace to be desired, Callie shrugs her backpack to the side and pulls out a leather wallet, longingly imagining her favourite blueberry scones as she searches it. In the momentary distraction, she nearly stumbles into the counter...

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"It was unbearable but she had to bear it." Maggie Stiefvater in "The Dream Thieves"