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Chava Gluck

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jan, 2023

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Le Heart de Marseille

Weekly Contest #298

Le Heart de MarseilleThe city was bustling, but she only saw empty streets. Whispers of war-torn years — times of pain, suffering, and fears — floated on the wind. Adelle’s memories came rushing in, flooding her consciousness. It felt strange to be back in her hometown — strange and dangerous. She wondered if she should have come.For years, she’d kept her distance, locking the past deep within the recesses of her heart, telling herself silence was loyalty. Maybe she should turn around, head back to the airport, and leave Marseille behind — t...

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A Suitcase Full of Hope

Weekly Contest #286

Sarina pushed open the wooden front door to her small and cozy house with Anya Prinsky, her best friend, hot on her heels. The two of them tumbled onto the faded, creaking couch, gasping for breath. Their noses were red and dripping, and their cheeks were flushed from the cold. The contrast in temperature was a welcome relief. The Warsaw ghetto was a cold, harsh place, even more so in the winter. Sarina wrapped her favorite blanket around her shoulders and breathed in deeply, savoring the scent of her Mama’s baking and the aroma of home.&nbs...

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Rocking Free

The year is 1562. The faded, corroding rocking horse sits there, motionless. Lifeless. A frail hand reaches out, touches it. Willing it to move. It doesn’t. She bends, feels around the base, wondering if it can still be there after all these years. Her shaking hands find it. The doll. Slow tears begin to form behind her closed eyelids as her fingers trace it’s face. It’s hair, once golden brown, is now full of cobwebs. The dress she had made for it, in a time and place long forgotten, is now dull and dusty. Her eyes open and settle on the fa...

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