Wake Lloire

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Aug, 2020

Stories (10)

10 Stories

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“The Chicken” by Wake Lloire

The sky out the window was brighter today. The sounds of the birds outside; louder. Harriet sat on the bench, contemplating the chores she had to do today.Harriet remembered to tie her laces. When she didn’t the chickens liked to peck at her feet as if she’d brought them worms. She bent down slowly her boots seemed further away today, somehow, than yesterday.The kettle whistled on the iron stovetop. Harriet turned to move the kettle to the counter when she noticed movement near the door.<...

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“The Wind is Whistling Today” by Wake Lloire

My phone vibrates. A picture of an owl sitting on a ladder fills my phone screen.I sit, staring at my phone. The text above it reads.-it’s minus 40 here, plus the wind chillThe image and the words completely disconnected.-cute owlI text back. I watch the three little dots bouncing, indicating that there is another text coming in.-yupI send her another video of the wind whistling in the trees.These...

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“Utter Chaos” by Wake Lloire

Cleo looked at her calendar for the month. It was one of those giant ones with the big boxes attached to the fridge with magnets that sometimes meant she’d hear crashing in the middle of the night to wake up in the morning to a mess of art by her children, restaurant take out menus and the business cards of people she’d meant to call all over the kitchen floor. Her calendar was full, and heavy. Both metap...

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“Oasis” by Wake Lloire

The plush dinosaur sat on Kara’s bed, looking at her with a stern gaze. It’s velvet exterior a little worse for wear. Its one eye slightly scratched where her dog had gotten ahold of it when the pup was in her teething phase. The wire in its wings no longer holding them up. Kara had gotten the pterodactyl (or was it a pterosaur?) when she was six. Her grandmother had given her the bright magenta (or was i...

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“The Bookstore Chair” by Wake Lloire

Devin blinked his eyes. She had just been there, sitting crossed-legged in the oversized red chair, singing Moon River in a high falsetto…and now she wasn’t.Or rather, Devin had watched her disintegrate into iridescent sparkles. She had gone from corporeal to disappeared, Devin knew that because only moments before she had vanished, they had been kissing. Admittedly, it had been a weird week.On Monday Devin had begun his new job at the bookstore. It was a small t...

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“Bug Snek” by Wake Lloire

It was teeny tiny, about the size of a big strawberry seed. It was whitish-brown and gooey-looking. Glenda was bending down to get a closer look at the small object at the bottom of her trousers when she realized that the small object had sprouted two eye-stalks and was also trying to get a good look at her.Glenda plucked the tiny creature off the bottom of her pants, and there it sat on her finger, semi-translucent and staring at her with its alien appendages.Glenda squealed in delight, and turned to h...

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“Table for One” by Wake Lloire

Kari looked around the restaurant. It was a busy Friday night and the serving staff looked exhausted. Kari took out her notebook, something she brought to restaurants because she would rather people thought she was a restaurant reviewer than what she was in actuality. Kari had started seeing ghosts in the sandbox of her first house when she was three years old; a little boy who couldn’t explain to her why he couldn’t leave the sandbox. Kari visited him every day, and her father had been grateful for her “imaginary friend...

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“Bioluminescent Algae and a Purse Made of Underpants” by Wake Lloire

I love bus stops. They are the ideal place for people watching and sometimes, if I’m lucky, I’ll manage to start up a conversation.Talking with strangers, it’s kind of my thing. I think it might have to do with my spectacularly oppositional nature. Tell me not to do something, and seconds later there I am, doing that thing you just told me not to do. It used to drive my mother up the wall. I’d never sit for pictures because it was “required”. I couldn’t pee on command, especially next to the side of the road on a road-tr...

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“The Living Funeral Society” by Wake Lloire

Harold rarely read the newspaper anymore. Not the real, fold out while you have your morning coffee kind. He didn’t have to with news alerts set on his phone to deliver the most recent headline right to his device. Today, though, he had opted to put his phone in his sock drawer. He didn’t know what possessed him. His phone was his constant companion, and rarely ever even in his pocket these days. He was ...

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“Under the Iridescent Umbrella” by Wake Lloire

The stone wall was covered in moss. The entire backyard had an abandoned farm house look about it. In the middle of the yard there were two white wooden chairs, or rather they would have been white had it not been for a giant iridescent umbrella catching sun rays and painting the chairs pink and gold and teal depending on which way Celestine looked at them. Celestine hadn’t been home since they’d left twe...

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Author bio

I’m a parent, a poet, a comedian, a storyteller, a writer and a genderqueer/queer human living in a small friendly arts community in Canada.

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