Tracy Felder

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Apr, 2020

Stories (5)

5 Stories

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“The Stray” by Tracy Felder

 SpringHome was a bowl of dry gray sand beneath the dilapidated remains of a wood-frame house on the corner of 22nd and Jackson. By the time Twitch was old enough to venture beyond the house he only had two remaining litter-mates, Chirp and Lila. Twitch was so named for the peculiar tic that rhythmically pulled the corners of his lips into the faintest hint of a disarming smile. They still relied heavily on their mother's milk, yet the milk was in short supply these days. Their mother was once a beautiful...

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“Special” by Tracy Felder

Two days before her Baptism the boy at the top of the wall convinced Selia to run away. No one ever left the Farm, but it wasn't because they couldn't. Everything a person could possibly want existed within a scant three square miles. Daily they ate Mana, exercised, read from the books in the library, and raised their large families in peace. The people of the Farm were special, and Selia just knew for sure the Gods loved her because of it. The Farm existed for those of common blood that held the potentia...

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“She Dreams of Toads” by Tracy Felder

   It started as a prank. Lena stood on the conjoined back patio of her duplex and stifled a giggle as she dumped bag after bag of crickets on her neighbor's back doorstep. The crickets leapt and scurried in every direction, clinging to any surface they touched. "This should get his attention!" She muttered to herself with intense satisfaction.     Lena, by all accounts, had the social skills of a wet sock. Nick moved into the unit next to hers at the start of the Fall semes...

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“Uncle Coot and the Catfishzilla of Lake Tawakoni” by Tracy Felder

Sometime in mid April a lawyer showed up at my door with a battered document claiming to be the last will and testament of Willard “Coot” Langden. The will stated I was to be solely responsible for his final wish: to take him fishing one last time at his favorite fishing hole. I wasn't at all close with my father's side of the family and had absolutely no desire to have any dealings with them. Sure enough, after having a sit down with my own lawyer, I discovered it was in fact a legally binding document. It just seemed like too...

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“The Weave” by Tracy Felder

“Did you know that if you were able to throw a toaster into the sun that the metal in it would cause the sun to supernova?” I pressed my face against the cold glass of the car window and watched the expanse of stars glittering in the velvet darkness overhead. No matter how fast I went the stars always stayed in one place.“Shut up, nerdly!” Caleb kicked the back of the passenger seat.“Mom, he's kicking my seat again!”“Boys, enough! Be quiet, or I swear I will slice both of you.” Mo...

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Author bio

Sometimes the world around me translates into color and shape. Other times they arrive formless as words all vying for attention. I have been fascinated with the written word for as long as I can remember. My daily life is vastly different from what I imagined it would be. I dreamed of being an artist. Life, however, had different plans. I became a wife, a mother, a school bus driver. Life became busy, yet through it all I never lost that passion for the written word.