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Rebecca Rogers

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Sep, 2025

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Groceries and Ghosts

John stared up at the imposing building, feeling like he was about to step into the belly of the beast. Or like he was wearing a leotard and performing ballet in front of everyone who knew him and his future boss was the judge.His hands tightened around the straight bar, and the weight of his responsibility weighed heavy in his pocket. He stared a moment longer, stenciling the shape of the building, as though it would make the task ahead any easier.“Mom’s done it a hundred times, what’s different if I do it?” he grumbled to himself.Green Gro...

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When It Rains, It Pours

Ritual dances. Crude offerings. Threats. Prayers. Pitiful pleading. Promises. Bribes. A visit to the weather station. Alexia had done everything in her power to make sure that the 28th of November remained a bright sunny day. Everything except maybe selling her soul to be able to control the weather. She’d been planning the day for three months in advance.Of course she had. It was their fourth year. She was hoping that next year, they’d have an extra, new anniversary to mark their time together but she didn’t want to rush him into it.Oliver ...

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Careless Whisper

There he was again: same tan pants, same horrifically patterned polo shirt, brown leather loafers that had walked too far in life, gold wire-rimmed glasses that gave his eyes the same illusion of peering at fish in an aquarium. His snow-white hair, while still astoundingly thick, was in that same, side-combed pattern. His hands rested on his knees, the length of his arms, thighs and torso creating a triangle from the side profile. His back was unforgivingly straight, posture so perfect it would make an army general shed tears.His frame was n...

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The Call

“So, you’ll be here at 7:30, right?”“Isn’t the party starting at 7?”“Yes, but since when have you been on time?”“When it matters.”“I’m telling my sister you said she doesn’t matter.”“Hey! It’s not my fault if I’m stuck in a jam.”“You’re not even out of the house yet are you?”“ . . . I’m considered out.”“You’ve just showered.”“I knew it! You had cameras secretly installed here. You have them all over. That’s why you know what I’m doing all the time.”“Baby, you’re getting further and further away from the phone. What are you doing?”“I’m huntin...

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Day #97

Submitted to Contest #319

I’ve been along almost the entire stretch of road and I still -Jackpot!Oh ho, this looks juicy. Looks way better than the dry cracker I had this morning. That cracker was drier than that guy who was trying to woo the scarf lady with numbers.Pfft, what an amateur! Everyone knows the only way to woo a lady is to bring her the juicy meats from Ahmed’s Shawarma. And to have groomed fur. And to have clean ears. And clean whiskers. And smell like day-old garbage, not two-day old garbage. And to not trip over your paws when you’re approaching her.W...

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