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Jennilee Tangpuz

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Aug, 2025

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Domesticity

Submitted to Contest #335

She’s washing the dishes in the kitchenette. There aren’t that many to clean, but she’s in her “space out” mode that she sometimes gets into, so I figure she’s been at this for several minutes. She’s staring at nothing, her hands sudsing the same plate over and over again.I sit down quietly. I try to make my voice gentle when I say, “Hey,” but she still jumps, dropping the plastic plate in the sink.“Shit,” she mumbles, turning off the faucet. “You scared me.”I wince. “Sorry.” I wait a moment, staring at the rigid cut of her shoulders. Her ha...

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Knitting and Necromancy: A Fairy Godmother's Tale

Submitted to Contest #327

“What are you doing up there?” Creature asks.Bobbin looks down at the massive ice beast from his perch in the tree. “There’s a cat up here,” Bobbin replies, pointing above his head.“A what?”“A cat. You know, with paws and a tail. Says ‘meow.’”Creature considers that. “You mean a horse?”Bobbin giggles as he uses a branch to pull himself higher. Honestly, how does a former human, a princely one no less, not know basic fauna?“What do you plan to do with it?” Creature rumbles. He has settled on his haunches, flurries from his breath dancing in f...

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Invitation Only

Submitted to Contest #326

Charlie heard the giggle on the other side of the door just as he was about to ring the doorbell. Someone cut the laughter off with a harsh “shh!” and there was the shuffle of feet.Charlie sighed. He hated surprise parties. When Mitchell had invited him over for a quiet game night, Charlie had been nervous and pleased. He didn’t make friends easily, but Mitchell had been jovial and breezy since Charlie’s first day at work two weeks ago.Since he'd never mentioned that his birthday was this month, he had hoped he was in the clear.The windows w...

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The Hand that Feeds

Submitted to Contest #325

When three of her classmates are waiting for her on her walk home from school, Misty knows this time will be especially brutal. Prescott has that nasty smile on his face, Harrison holds a slingshot, and Olive leans on a stick as thick as a bat. The hairs on the back of Misty’s neck prickle in warning a few seconds before she sprints off the trail and into the trees.It is generally understood in her town that the woods are not safe for kids, especially past the creek that splits the land almost down the middle, a jagged smile separating north...

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Eurydice Awake: A Greek Myth Reimagined

Submitted to Contest #324

The afterlife is a sea.I drift across it, passing other shades. They are human-shaped like me and blur when I look at them. We wander the Underworld in droves, directionless and dazed.Sometimes, I think I hear whispers. I grasp at the words but they are misty, like my memories and my fingertips. The sounds slip away, and I think it saddens me, but I’m not sure.The only thing that exists in sharp, brilliant clarity is the endless stretch of asphodels, white lilies that bloom with no sun and flourish without rain.I cannot smell, but for the fr...

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Sigyn's Bowl: A Norse Myth Reimagined

Submitted to Contest #323

I must be careful. I cannot spill.I press my hands tighter against the sides of the bowl, holding it over Loki’s face. The some of the liquid within splashes out as another drop from above lands. It singes my wrists and I wobble. My husband screams at me as the poison sloshes out and burns his skin. I steady myself and then, slowly, I draw the bowl towards me.Loki curses, shouts at me to hurry, but this is delicate work.I climb the twenty-one steps out of the basin, then walk the four steps to the mouth of the cave. The going is slow. The ro...

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Miracles and Massacres: A Fairy Godmother's Tale

Submitted to Contest #320

Creature had a name, long ago. It had been a grand name, he is sure of it. He remembers the fine, shiny things he wore when he had been dumped in the enchanted forest. There had been golden rings, fine brocade, a twisting crown with a single moonstone in the center. Certainly, all that finery would come attached to a good name.Now, Creature has no name. Typically, he is called, “AHH!” or “Please, no, I beg you!”Along with his name, he abandoned his clothes and jewelry. The shiny things were scooped up by crows and magpies. The garments shred...

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Blessings and Blights: A Fairy Godmother's Tale

Submitted to Contest #319

For hundreds of years, Mecille has kissed the brows of princes and princesses. She has rescued girls from wicked stepsisters. She has blessed swords and weddings and, in one particularly adorable case, a pair of mittens.Today, Mecille saunters into an engagement ball, twinkling her wings and leaving a dazzle of stardust behind her. The crowd parts for her with delighted gasps.She approaches the dais where the king rises to greet her. The little prince stands at his side. Not so little, she realizes. Goodness, humans age so quickly. Beside hi...

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The Utility of Apples: A Norse Myth Reimagined

Submitted to Contest #318

If you’re curious to know, immortality tastes sweet. Not a cloying sweetness, mind you. It’s fresher, light. I suppose that’s why it comes in the form of apples. And like their flavor, my apples have an uncomplicated, pleasing color. A yellow that is almost gold with a sheen that might just glimmer if you hold it in the right light. I consider them as much a treat as a necessity. The other gods seem to not care either way.I bet if I brought them turnips of immortality, they’d have opinions then.I walk into the High Hall with a new batch of a...

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The Last Word

Submitted to Contest #317

Content warning: Includes medical settings (NICU, surgery), palliative/end-of-life themes, and a brief, non-graphic mention of restraint. Today “Yeah, I know it’s impossible, Jake,” I grumble into my phone. “That’s why I’m calling you instead of trying to hug him.” I fiddle with the paper sleeve on my coffee cup and keep my head down. “Did you say anything to him?” Jake asks. “Of course not,” I hiss and immediately regret it. “Sorry. I’m not—I was taken by surprise. I called you so I could, you know, process or whatever. It’s just...I mea...

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