Valicia Rolle

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jul, 2020

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“Amour Non Réciproque” by Valicia Rolle

Submitted to Contest #120

Henri smiles, white teeth gleaming from the citadel of his cocoa lips. In his strong yet warm voice he sings, “Bonjour,” and enters the sleek black “petit Cadillac”. Behind him follows a tall slender woman in a blue and white polka dot summer dress. She removes her shades to expose round hazel eyes and tiny freckles dotted perfectly around the outskirts of her olive nose. She smiles and nods, luscious brown hair falling ...

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“Show and Tell” by Valicia Rolle

Submitted to Contest #56

It was the worst day of Joan’s life! And no, this wasn’t some premature expression of exaggerated teenage angst or blunder. This was the climax of Joan’s experience for the year because this was yet another thing she couldn’t control. But really, how much control can a sixteen year old really have on their life? Realistically, she had a lot of say, more say than she thought possible; but, today felt like all of her hard...

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“The Interview ” by Valicia Rolle

Submitted to Contest #55

You try to wipe the crown of sweat that has adorned your oily forehead but, to no avail. The two hours of make up preparation was also in vain as your nerves have taken over and railroaded all of your efforts to appear as clean and composed as visibly possible. This isn’t your first interview, oh no! Face painting clowns, young thespians working in community theatres, the oldest crocheter in the county have all been int...

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“Mind Tricks ” by Valicia Rolle

Submitted to Contest #52

A strange sound of thunder crashed through the peaceful cerulean sky. I braced for impact, expecting to see the terrible ribbon of lightning that was guaranteed to follow. I waited and waited, and was finally greeted by a light spray of rain.“Oh great,” I muttered to myself, “you just had to forget your umbrella.” The thunder continued, growing more and more violent and ominous, a complete contrast to the peaceful street bustling with unfamiliar faces. No one seemed disturbed by the assault. Passersby kept their lighthearted pace, ...

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Author bio

A thespian at heart and practice, and a Language Arts teacher by profession I embrace the art that is storytelling. Whether swimming on the beach or spending time with my family, I turn the pages of my mind and fill them with stories.