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Rebecca Hernandez

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Apr, 2026

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Wistful Pain

Weekly Contest #363

In my very first memory, I am looking down towards my feet, but I can’t see them. The snow is up to my waist. My hands and elbows are resting on the white shelf in front of me, and I am just elated… “I can’t see my feeeeet! I yell and giggle at the same time. “Look daddy! Lookit!!! I can’t see my feeties!!” My hands, pat pat patting snow like a bongo drum. My dad laughed. He had a great, goofy laugh. I don’t remember how I got there. But I was there, where our sidewalk used to be. Next to where our tiny patch of a front yard used to...

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We wait.

Weekly Contest #360

Knocking on the heavy, solid oak door with my left hand, my right on the handle, I slowly push the door open as I have done hundreds of times. It is dark in the room, with a soft glow from the donated vintage lamp on the bedside table. I can make out his face, as the majority of the lamps dull yellow glow falls onto his sunken cheek. Eyes wide open, jaw hanging and moving slightly with each breath. Each breath that sounds like it will be the last. The fluid floating in the back of his throat, making bubbles as he struggles to inhale and s...

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Blues and Greens

Weekly Contest #352

“Miguel! Miguel, can you hear me?” “Yes, I can hear you” He knew he was moving. Rolling. Or maybe, floating? He knew he should be feeling every lump and bump of this ride on the 70 year old linoleum. He just doesn’t know how he knew. “Why can’t I feel anything, What is happening to me??” Miguel felt a familiarity, He knows he knows what’s happening, but his emotions are frozen. His nervous system is absent. “Migueeeel, open your eyes!” “I am!” He lied. but he was trying. He couldn’t. So many voices, beeps, alarms. Sounds of IV poles ...

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