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Bill Bergeman

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jan, 2022

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The Matches

It was terribly cold. Snow was falling, and it was almost dark. "How are we ever going to get out of this mess?" Alice asked with a shaky voice. "I don't know, but we need to keep going," Alex shot back at her, with a bit of scolding in his voice. The unspoken rebuke was undeserved. After all, it was his fault they were out there, on some godforsaken mountain, high above treeline, far too late in the day, and short on food, water, and most importantly, any sense of direction. "I just want to get out of here, Alex, so let's move. Plus...

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The Family Secret

Submitted to Contest #144

Elizabeth gently opens the ceiling door to enter the attic. The rickety sound of the long-unused hinges sends a shiver up her spine and only antagonizes her jittery nerves. Grateful to have finally pulled the door all the way open, she pulls the ladder down from the attic and places her foot on the first rung. Pausing for a moment, she gathers her strength. "I am strong. I am not afraid." The mantra rings in her ears. Looking upward, she begins to climb. The first thing she notices is nothing spooky at al...

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Her Locked Door

A single dim light bulb illuminates the tiny room, dangling from a wire hanging from the ceiling. The light is not bright enough to uncover whatever secrets await in each corner. She is laying in the center of the room, directly under the bulb. The floor is made of wood, and seems a bit moist. A rotting smell shares the air with a strong humidity. A single open doorway serves as the sole exit - there are no windows. A table sits in the back of the room, opposite the doorway, with a lamp on it. She rises, slowly, pushing herself up with...

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