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Rebecca Lewis

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Oct, 2023

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Line by Line

Zac used to wake up with sentences already forming.They would arrive half-finished, like someone else had started them in the night and left the rest for him to solve. He kept notebooks everywhere — by the bed, in the kitchen drawer, in his coat pocket, bent and soft from being handled too often. Words were never the problem.Until they were.It didn’t happen all at once. At first, it felt like fatigue. He would sit at his desk, fingers hovering, and nothing would come. Not even a bad sentence. Just a flat, silent space where something should ...

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Only What Matters

The first time Lola noticed it, she thought it was a trick of the light.She was standing in her kitchen, rinsing a cup she didn’t remember using, when something small and pale slid off the counter and landed near her wrist. It didn’t make a sound. It just… arrived.She dried her hands and looked down.It was a thin, translucent strip, curled like a shaving of wax. When she touched it, it was warm. Not hot, not cold. Familiar-warm, like something that had always belonged in her hands.The moment her fingers closed around it, she saw it.Not with ...

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Left on Read

I should’ve known.That was the thought that finally landed, heavy and late, like a storm that waits until you’ve already left your umbrella behind.The message had come in around midnight. No name, just a number I didn’t recognize.“Hey. It’s been a while.”I stared at it longer than I should have. Long enough for old memories to start creeping in. The late drives. The quiet laughs. The way things ended without really ending at all.I told myself not to respond. I even set my phone down, turned off the light, and closed my eyes.Then it buzzed ag...

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I Tried to Wake Up Early and Created a New Identity

I once decided to become a morning person. Not slowly, not responsibly — just all at once. Five alarms. A motivational water bottle with times printed on the side. Three friends notified so I’d feel socially pressured into success.Day one started at 5:00 a.m., or at least that’s what my alarm claimed. My body disagreed. My soul filed a formal complaint.The first alarm went off. I woke up confused but optimistic, like a woman who thinks she might jog. The second felt more aggressive. By the third, I had entered negotiations.“Okay,” I whispere...

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You Stayed

Today is April 31.Everyone else called it a mistake.Clocks rolled from April 30 straight to May 1, phones updated overnight, calendars corrected themselves without asking. But when I woke up, the date on my kitchen wall still read April 31, written in thick black marker from a month ago.I hadn’t written it.At first, I assumed I’d forgotten. That happens more often than I like to admit. But the handwriting wasn’t mine. Too neat. Too careful, like someone trying not to be noticed.I left it alone and went about my morning. Coffee. Toast. The qu...

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They Collect Here

I used to think maps were honest.Lines meant roads. Dots meant towns. A little blue squiggle meant water you could drink if you were careful. It all looked so certain, laid flat under your hand. You could trace a path with your finger and believe the world would follow it.Out here, nothing follows.The road I’m on now isn’t on my map. It’s a thin strip of cracked asphalt cutting through a valley that smells faintly of metal, like old coins. The sky has that pale, washed-out look it gets before a storm, except there hasn’t been rain here in mo...

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Measured Life

TW- themes of death, end-of-life care, and grief. thump… thump… thump…They told Barbara the machine would keep him alive, but they never said what that meant for everything else.The room smelled faintly of antiseptic and warm plastic. Monitors hummed. A soft green line pulsed across the screen in steady rhythm, translating something ancient and human into light and sound. She sat beside the bed, elbows on her knees, watching that line rise and fall as if it were breathing for him.Her father had always been louder than this.He used to la...

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Meaning Emerges

Jenny noticed it first in small, forgettable moments.She was standing in line at a grocery store, watching the cashier scan items with mechanical rhythm. Beep. Slide. Beep. Slide. The woman ahead of her laughed at something on her phone, a sudden, warm sound that seemed to ripple outward. Jenny tried to mirror it. She lifted the corners of her mouth, let out a short breath.It felt correct. It sounded correct.But it didn’t feel like anything.That was new. At home, Jenny stood in front of the bathroom mirror longer than usual. She examined ...

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What It Cost to Keep Going

He got the call at 3:17 in the morning.For a second, he just stared at the phone, letting it buzz against the nightstand. No one called at that hour unless something had gone wrong. Or finally gone right.He answered on the fourth ring.“Is this Mikael Soderlindh?”His throat felt dry. “Yeah.”A pause. Papers shifting. Then- “I’m calling to inform you that your proposal has been approved. Full funding. It’s yours.”Silence.He had imagined this moment for fifteen years. Long nights, missed birthdays, empty apartments, cold dinners eaten over a lap...

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Learning to Stay

Adelle had always believed the town siren was meant for her.It sounded every day at 6:00 p.m. sharp. A long, low wail that rolled over rooftops, slid down alleyways, and settled into the bones of anyone who heard it. Most people barely noticed anymore. It was just the old factory signal, a relic from when shifts mattered and whistles told workers when to go home.But Adelle noticed.She first heard it when she was nine. Sitting on her front steps, swinging her legs, she felt it more than heard it. The air seemed to pause. Then came the sound, ...

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Let's See Who Notices You

No one in the village remembered when the stone first appeared.It sat at the edge of the old road, half-buried, as though it had grown there rather than fallen. Travelers passed it without much thought. Children climbed on it, then forgot it. Seasons moved around it — snow softening, rain polishing, summer heat baking it until it felt warm as skin.Only Deborah paid attention.She noticed how the stone never quite looked the same twice. Some mornings it seemed smooth and pale, almost silver. Other days it darkened, rough and pitted, like it ha...

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I'm Still Here

Voicemail – 8:12 AM Hey, it’s me. I know it’s early. I just… I found your note on the fridge. “Gone for a bit.” That’s not really your style. Call me back when you get this. Text Message – 8:47 AM You-What does “a bit” mean? Email – 9:03 AMSubject- Did you leave on purpose? I’m trying not to assume anything dramatic, but you took the good coffee beans. That feels intentional.Also, your plant is still here. You never forget the plant.Please just tell me where you are. Missed Call – 9:25 AM Text Message – 9:26 AM You-Okay, now I’m worried. ...

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The Light in 3B

The bus pulled away before she had time to change her mind.For a moment, she stood there with her bag hanging from one shoulder, watching the red taillights disappear around the corner. The street was quieter than she expected. No traffic. Just the soft hum of a vending machine outside the closed convenience store and the rustle of wind pushing dry leaves along the sidewalk.So this was it.She checked the paper in her hand again even though she had already memorized the address. Same numbers. Same street name. The building was right in front ...

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The Other Walker

The road stretches forward without a horizon. No turns, no towns — just a thin ribbon of pavement cutting through a quiet world.Sometimes, when Nick looks far enough ahead, he has the strange feeling that someone might already be standing there.Waiting.He always blinks and the thought disappears.Nick started walking days ago. Or maybe weeks. Time stopped meaning much after the first few sunsets. The sky changes, the weather shifts, yet the road never does.At first he tried to find the end.He counted miles, marked rocks, searched for landmark...

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The Ripple

Anna learned she could teleport the same way most people learn they’re good at cooking or math. By accident, and a little too late.She was sixteen, standing in the kitchen arguing with her mother about something small. Curfew, probably. Her mother said, “Go to your room,” and Anna did. Instantly.One second she was in the kitchen. The next she was sitting on her bed upstairs with no memory of walking there.At first she thought she’d blacked out. It felt like skipping a second of time. But the more it happened, the stranger it became. She’d th...

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