Victoria Haneveer

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jul, 2020

Stories (10)

10 Stories

327 karma pts

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“Needed” by Victoria Haneveer

Submitted to Contest #143

I was never green-fingered, I mean not especially. I was just as capable as anyone else of buying some houseplant and placing it on some table or other and then watering it whenever I remembered or whenever it started to look dubiously brown.I mean, how hard could it be? How hard could it be to raise and grow a plant compared to raising a child or maintaining a relationship?It was for this reason I half-heartedly challenged myself in the first place. I'd lost both my husband and my only child in the past 18 months. My heart was sealed shut t...

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“Shelter for the Night” by Victoria Haneveer

Submitted to Contest #59

The rain pelted against the windshield, reducing visibility to near zero. Phil glanced at Erin, amazed she could sleep through this storm. He realized with a sigh that they were completely lost. He thought he’d followed the signs properly but maybe one of them had been turned round or perhaps he’d just missed something. The map on his lap made little sense. Stifling a yawn, he reached over to Erin who awoke with a jolt.“We there yet?” she asked sleepily, “oh wow, the weather!”“I know, tell me about it. You’ve been asleep for ages. I’m not su...

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“A Trip Back in Time” by Victoria Haneveer

Submitted to Contest #58

“OK, class, let’s put on our suits. We’re going on a trip!” Mrs Marshall’s voice rang out loud and clear. This once weekly occurrence never failed to liven up the class. The virtual time travel suits were still relatively new and could provide high quality experiences, currently thought to be the best learning tool ever. What better way to learn about something than to actually live it? TTS (time travel simulation) had only been around for six months or so and Hutton Heath Secondary School was the first school in Eng...

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“As Average as Lazurite” by Victoria Haneveer

Submitted to Contest #57

I pick up the expensive, surprisingly heavy fountain pen, remove the cap and hold it poised over my freshly printed will. My lawyer just left.This is no cheap pen. It belongs to my father, and he doesn’t yet know I swiped it. I admire the highly polished, wafer-thin lapis lazuli barrel and the delicate gold vermeil cap coating the sterling silver underneath. It looks too elegant to be between my clumsy un-manicured fingers.Did you know that lapis lazuli is technically a rock not a mineral? I don’t care what it is really. I love the bright bl...

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“The Sun Behind the Clouds” by Victoria Haneveer

Submitted to Contest #56

The metal door slammed on my way out, startling me. The wind must have caught it and now it had locked behind me. That’s all I need, I thought, rolling my eyes and dumping the two heavy trash bags I was carrying on the ground.Working at Budget Burger hadn’t been my dream job growing up but here I was. It’s only temporary, I would tell myself every single evening when I arrived. I’d been doing that for months. And yep, here I still was.I wondered if anyone would realize I’d been locked out. Probably not. There were only three of us on tonight...

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“Missing Your Brown Eyes” by Victoria Haneveer

Submitted to Contest #54

Martha woke early from a fitful sleep, dressed herself and made her way downstairs. She carefully drew back the edge of the flower-printed curtain and peered out of the window at another sunless English day. She saw James, one of her young neighbours, kiss his pretty wife goodbye as he set off to work. James spotted Martha and waved, grinning heartily. Martha returned the wave with a half-hearted smile which turned into a despondent sigh as soon as the curtain was back in place.Unfair as it seemed, life seemed to be just ...

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“The Winning Dish” by Victoria Haneveer

Submitted to Contest #53

"Annie, you're up first!" announced the main judge.Annie bustled up to the judging panel, flustered and flapping, her skirt rustling with each step she took. She grabbed the handle of the silver cloche between pudgy fingers and lifted.As the once-perfect popsicle began to melt into a puddle of sticky purple goo, the first bead of sweat threatened to make its way down my forehead. Whatever I felt, I knew Annie would be experiencing a million times worse. There is so much waiting around on these TV shows. Make a hot dish and it will come out, ...

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“The Land and the Sea” by Victoria Haneveer

⭐️ Shortlisted for Contest #52

"Well, that's that then," my father said, his eyes fixed on the clay earth below my open palm "he's gone. Dead."He turned and walked to the greenhouse, his head down-turned, his arms hanging limply at his sides. My fingers slowly moved toward my palms, pulling the red earth into my balling fists and pressing grit up my nails. My eyes moistened the freshly overturned soil. So Roman was dead. That was that.I believed my father wanted the best for me, so when he told me Roman had died I believed him without question. I saw pain in his eyes. The...

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“Outside” by Victoria Haneveer

Submitted to Contest #51

Gabbi knocked twice on the red painted door, looking up at the darkening sky; it looked as though bad weather was on its way. It was unseasonably warm today, she thought to herself. This must be the calm before the storm. Mrs Rayner finally opened the door, a lemon yellow towel wrapped tightly around her head, a small spoon full of baby food in one hand and a green plastic skittle in the other. “Gabbi! Come on in!” she greeted the girl warmly, “Max, will you put those down!” Max began to raise the keyring to his mouth.&...

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“The Creation Room” by Victoria Haneveer

Submitted to Contest #51

Urvine tore his gaze from the stars and stared at the small flat screen, his attention completely focused on the three slowly rotating spheres in front of him. Around him many other Creators were doing the same. The huge room was in silence – silence like nothing on Earth. Sounds were unnecessary here and therefore did not exist. “Oh my god Joe, it’s turned blue! It’s blue!! I’m pregnant!!!!!!” Hazel screamed in sheer delight. She and Joe had been trying for a baby for what seemed like the longest time. She could hardly believe her eyes bu...

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Author bio

I've been writing stories since I could pick up a pencil. I love the written word, and can simply lose myself when writing. This platform is encouraging me to persevere and I love sharing my stories and reading others' stories as well. I hope to become a better writer.

Shortlisted 1 story ⭐️

Contest #52

The Land and the Sea – read story