Vanie Lea

Author on Reedsy Prompts since May, 2020

Stories (3)

3 Stories

49 karma pts

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“Broken” by Vanie Lea

Submitted to Contest #42

And here I stand, broken.I have spent a long time with you, always watching over you. I have been there when you were happy, laughing with joy about a passage in your book, about the delicious food you ordered, about your new job. I have been there when you cried, all heartbroken and your cheeks full of tears when the character you loved so much passed away, when your love wasn‘t requited. I have been there when you were angry, frustrated and full of rage, throwing your book into the corner, just to pick it up again a few minutes later, beca...

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“A Friend in Reed” by Vanie Lea

Submitted to Contest #40

"What are you doing here?""Reed! Look, I'm sorry, I really am." He looked up pleadingly. "Believe me, if I had a choice I - I wouldn't just show up here so suddenly and unannounced. It's just that -" He swallowed and added quietly, "You're the only friend I have.""Who said that we're still friends after what you did to me?" Reed tried not to let his hurt shine through, but it was hard. The last time he saw his supposed 'friend' had been a year ago and it still stung. "You betrayed me. Why should I help you?"Now Gerry even looked like he was ...

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“I Twinkies fine...” by Vanie Lea

Submitted to Contest #39

"Woah, woah, woah! Drop that Twinkie right now and no one gets hurt." Zak stared with his mouth wide open. The Twinkie was idly sitting in his hand, the wrapping already half-ripped. Finally, he found his voice again and furrowed his eyebrows. "Hey, but - I found it first! What the heck? I thought I was the only one left here on this whole damn planet! Who are you?" Who are you to claim my precious Twinkie?, Zak added silently in his head. He pointed to himself. "I've been wandering this world for six years straight now and not one huma...

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Author bio

A passionate writer who bleeds for their stories and loves puns. Tipps & feedback is very much appreciated! “There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at the typewriter and bleed.” - Ernest Hemingway