Yvette Francaise

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jan, 2021

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“Painting the Winter Night” by Yvette Francaise

Submitted to Contest #103

A black haired man stood in front of me in a run down mansion. His clothes were dirty and ragged. His brown eyes darkened with twisted intent as I ran into the peeling wooden door. The cherry wood stairs creaked underneath my heavy footsteps. A sharp piece of wood grabbed my black silk dress, knocking me onto the landing. A metal object glinted in the blue moonlight. Agony rushed through my body as the knife stabbed me in the chest. My body jerked awake while cold sweat drenched my forehead. The clock blinked eight o' clock. Shit, I...

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“Beauty and the Taxidermist” by Yvette Francaise

Submitted to Contest #102

We sat huddled in the bushes waiting with baited breath for him to come out. The blue A-frame was on the outside of town. The town folks thought he was mysterious. Once a month he would go into town for groceries and wouldn't be seen until the next month. His quietness made me want to talk to him even more, but my parents banned me. I guess I just never got around to it. He got his paper delivered at the same time every day. The oak door creaked open as a eighteen year old man with black hair looked outside for danger. His brown eyes...

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“Reflection of Fate” by Yvette Francaise

Submitted to Contest #101

Today was my eighteenth birthday. The wooden box from my grandmother sat on my black bedding. The gold key glinted in the yellow light of my bedroom. My hand shook as I picked up the key and turned it. A piece of velvet wrapped something heavy. With a sigh, the piece of velvet felt soft against my skin as I opened it. A scroll sat heavily in my hand. My fingers slipped losing grip of the scroll. In a tiny thump it crashed against the floor and rolled open. It read look in the mirror. Silently, I walked over to my mirror and just st...

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“The Text” by Yvette Francaise

Submitted to Contest #100

Her stone cold glare could freeze Hell. My mother sat across from me in a drab grey dining room at a white kitchen table. Her grey wool dress looked even more dull in the flickering chandelier above our heads. Her grey hair was in a bun so tight that it must have been the source of her tension. It felt as if I was in an interrogation for a crime that I didn't commit. My simple black sweater dress felt uncomfortable as I ran my hand through my long brown hair. Unfortunately dinner was a salad and chicken soup. "Have you considered yo...

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“Always listen to the Creepy Gas Station Guy” by Yvette Francaise

Submitted to Contest #99

We stopped at a run down gas station, and in front stood the dirty, and creepy looking owner. He was missing a few teeth and looked cranky. Part of me understood, it felt like a hundred degrees today. "Hey, can we get some gas?" My friend Betty asked chewing some gum loudly. Her white summer dress blew in a warm breeze. She stood with her arms crossed glaring at the man until he finally answered. "Yeah, we sell gas." He retorted sarcastically. "If I was you, I would turn your car around. Teenagers been missing 'round these here p...

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“Please Don't Go” by Yvette Francaise

Submitted to Contest #98

I was at the corner of Main Street and Acorn Ave when a screech echoed in the hot summer air as a red fiesta flipped over three times and finally stopped at my feet. My parents lay still as blood dripped onto the black ceiling of the car. Glass glinted it the morning sun as it stuck out of my father's forehead. Tears welled up in my eyes for I felt as if I was three years old again. Red and blue lights flickered around me as the sirens rang in my head. I tried to call out for my parents, but couldn't speak. The firefighter looked over a...

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“I am Here.” by Yvette Francaise

Submitted to Contest #97

The credits rolled at the end of the movie. Yawning, I went to the bathroom to take a shower. Right as I was about to get in there was a soft tap against my window. Stopping dead in my tracks, I looked outside and saw nothing. Shrugging, thinking it was just my imagination I hopped into the shower. Hot water washed over me as it washed my day away. Humming, I turned off the water. As I was drying off, my phone went off. There was a notification from my dating app. It said "I am here." My heart stopped as I realized that I did not ha...

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“A Rose in the Moonlight.” by Yvette Francaise

Submitted to Contest #95

The blue moonlight bathed my white marble room. In the center of the room sat a black rose with a note attached tied to it with a scarlet ribbon. My hands shook as I picked it up. A sharp pain ran through my finger as a large thorn pricked my pale finger. A red drop welled up as I opened the note. It read "Choose us or fight." A chill ran through my spine as the room filled with ice. When did he come back? "What is your choice?" A cruel voice inquired. "Your time is up." My white lace dress glimmered in the light as he walked forw...

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“Dare to See” by Yvette Francaise

Submitted to Contest #94

An email popped up on my black phone. "It said I dare you to go see Derek right now, and surprise him with a special gift." Okay I thought to myself. Before I could stop myself, I found myself in front of his white Dutch colonial. Cautiously, I pushed open the red front door and creeped up the stairs. My heart was beating dangerously fast as my lungs burned for oxygen as I approached his bedroom door. Slowly I opened the black door and saw a true horror. Derek was naked in bed with blonde haired Natalie. He yelled as he slammed his ...

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“Planchette of a Night” by Yvette Francaise

Submitted to Contest #93

The moonlight painted the white colonial red. A red moon on Halloween is never a good sign. Leaning against my black fiesta, I watched as people poured into the house. Their revealing Halloween costumes made hungry teenagers eye their girls like a piece of food. I should just leave, I told myself. Shaking my head, I ignored my gut feeling and entered into the ordinary house.Busy chatter echoed around me as beer flowed freely and people danced to loud obnoxious music. The white walls and country décor felt like a fancy prison cell. My black l...

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“A Flower's Escape” by Yvette Francaise

Submitted to Contest #89

The wooden wagon jostled down the route away from my parents' cold stark castle. My butler laid next to me in a hidden compartment in the wagon. The wagon jolted to a sudden halt, and I scowled as I hit my head. My dark red hair cushioned the pain, but unfortunately that did not apply to my butler friend. Bright sunlight flooded in as the trap door was opened. A friendly old man with a glint in his blue eyes waved us out. We were surrounded by tall twisted trees with falling blue blossoms. The birds chirped cheerfully as he pulled me ...

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“Painting the Roses Red” by Yvette Francaise

Submitted to Contest #86

The gray walls of his basement closed in on me as the door slammed opened. My ex-boyfriend had kept me here for three months. We broke up a year ago. He just showed up at my house and took me to his. My throat was raw from the screaming as I fought to get him away from me. It did not work. He tossed down an A-line white lace dress. "Put it on!" A cold familiar voice ordered. " And get cleaned up. We are going to a festival. You try to leave me, you die." He laughed cruelly as he slammed the door shut. The cold water shocked my ...

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“Stranded with a Stranger” by Yvette Francaise

Submitted to Contest #83

Pain filled me as I crawled out of the salty sea water, spitting the disgusting water out. Sand was in places I would rather not mention. Did my ship just go down? Well this sucks. First thing first, I would need a shelter. These seas get pretty stormy. For hours I gathered items and made a makeshift shelter that would protect me from the elements. I paused to take a break. A soft warm breeze blew around my hourglass figure. The wet sand stuck between my toes as white foam washed up around my feet. My wet chocolate brown hair hun...

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“Subject A” by Yvette Francaise

Submitted to Contest #82

People rushed past me as they talked on their cellphones. Horns beeped impatiently as I waited to walk across. If I had a heart, it would be beating out of my metal ample chest. My white t-shirt and jeans made me feel out of place. I had stolen them in my escape. I had to blend in or I would be caught by the scary people in white lab coats with a clipboard in their hand. My jade green eyes flickered across the bustling crowd searching for them. My software freaked out as I noticed I had no shoes. I now stood out. Panicking, I hid in ...

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“The Cherry Blossoms” by Yvette Francaise

Submitted to Contest #81

There sat an older couple on the grey weathered bench. Their silver hair glinted in the bright sunlight. His grey suit made him look sharp, and her black dress made her look extra beautiful. Pink cherry blossoms floated around them. Their pale skin showed the wars of life, the wrinkles earned by living. His blue eyes twinkled with joy as he looked at her. Her sweet smile lit up her face as she held out her wrinkled hand. His fingers curled in between her twisted hands. With the lack of grace, I fell down in front of them, scraping my...

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Author bio

I am a stay at home mother who likes to write my sadness away. Also I like to create strong female main characters who aren't perfect, but are stronger for that. I write to take people to the story, and away from real life just for a moment. Enjoy my adventures.