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Wendy Barrie

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Feb, 2025

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Tales of a Baby Gay Part 1

Wendy Barrie

Submitted to Contest #301

Sensitive Content Disclaimer: This story contains references to mental health issues, as well as mature content and light cursing.I couldn’t be sure what had caught my attention in Sonja’s online dating profile. Sonja had posted two photos instead of the recommended six, which was already suspicious. One was a blurry selfie taken at a subway station in Manhattan, Sonja’s red basketball shorts and gold cross necklace looking garish in the dim light; the other was a full-body bikini shot taken at a foreign beach, maybe Brazil or the Philippine...

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L’Chaim

Wendy Barrie

Submitted to Contest #300

Note from the author: This story contains mature content. The night before her flight to Sydney, Leah visits Coney Island Beach for the last time. Luna Park is still open for one more week of its summer season, but the beach is surprisingly empty. The moon is obscured by periwinkle clouds and the air feels thick, pregnant with an impending storm. Leah can hear the electrical hum of summer insects between the rhythm of shrieks from the Cyclone and Thunderbolt. She removes her socks and shoes, and the sand is cold beneath her feet. It’s hard ...

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The Ghost in My Bedroom Won’t Stop Farting

Wendy Barrie

Submitted to Contest #299

Note from the author: This story contains some mature content and explicit language. The first check arrived in the mail on the same day my roommates tried to boot me out of the apartment for nonpayment of rent. It was worth $3050, made out to cash. The memo said, “Happy Easter!” The senders were a Dr. and Mrs. Horus Wertzberger, whom I had never heard of. I didn’t even know people wrote checks anymore. I looked both ways and then locked my mailbox and shoved the check in my fraying backpack. I ascended the three flights to my apartment, ner...

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Hannah's Birthday Cake

Wendy Barrie

Submitted to Contest #298

Sensitive Content Warning: Contains descriptions of childhood sexual assault.It started with some leftover jalapenos. Hannah wasn’t much of a cook in her early twenties, and most of her dinners came from the middle eastern twenty-four-hour bodega on the ground floor of her building in Bed-Stuy, Brooklyn. One frosty day in January 2031, Hannah noticed that they were having a sale on jalapeno peppers and impulsively bought three pounds’ worth. They were relegated to the back of her refrigerator for a week or so. The morning after she quit her ...

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Stiff as a Board/Light as a Feather

Wendy Barrie

Submitted to Contest #297

Sensitive Content Warning: This story involves characters who use fatphobic language and engage in fatphobic mindsets. The fatphobia in this story is there to bring attention to the issue, not to endorse these attitudes. This story also contains details of severe mental illness, as well as references to suicide.I am Stiff as a Board: The World in GrayJuly 3th, 2024My favorite superhero movie is Spiderman: Across The Spider-Verse. I am fascinated by the idea of parallel universes, that certain events in our lives are canon, and that maybe som...

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Suburban Living

Wendy Barrie

Submitted to Contest #296

Sensitive Content Warning: This story contains a reference to a transphobic slur, a reference to a mental health condition, a mention of alcohol use, and mature themes. The funeral is crowded. Charlie was an extrovert, the life of the party, friendly and generous, a beloved member of the community. His sisters give tearful speeches. Their baby brother is gone, just like that. His kind face smiles out at the mourners in the pews. It smells like dead roses in here. I am suffocating. People nod sorrowfully in my direction. The pity in their ey...

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Infinity

Wendy Barrie

Submitted to Contest #295

Sensitive Content Warning: This story contains references to sexual assault and to mental health conditions.Even from across the street, I could see that she was beautiful. Her lipstick was always dark red, like the skin of a cherry, her dark hair in loose, flapper-girl curls. She had a quality about her that was timeless; she could have been twenty or forty-five. At that time I was working as an attorney for a large pharmaceutical company that specialized in weight-loss drugs. My office faced a high-rise building that had floor-to-ceil...

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Hi-Skool 4

Wendy Barrie

Submitted to Contest #294

You may now make your selection. System loading...5000 tokens available.Relive your teenage years the right away with Hi-Skool 4, the edge-of-your-seat VR experience for impotent adults who live in the past!Choose the physical appearance of your avatar.Hair: Hay-blondEyes: Celery-greenSkin: Cinderella-whiteGender expression: FemaleBody Shape: Small. The smallest. No space for a uterus or other internal organs. Flat belly like a matza. Curvy butt like two balloons; bra size 32-B.Height: 5'4Tattoos and piercings: Classy line drawing on left sh...

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Margo and Angel's Breakup Story

Wendy Barrie

Submitted to Contest #293

The blackberries are tart and bursting with juice. I shovel them into my mouth, wincing as the sourness echoes through the insides of my teeth. The berries have been sitting in a plastic container in my carry-on bag all day, stewing in their own flavor. It’s almost seven in the evening and I usually would have had dinner by this time, but I couldn’t risk missing my flight. Now I’m seated in the window seat, the wing of the plane visible against a backdrop of peach-colored sky. I try to fish out a blackberry seed from between my teeth with my...

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Gray is the Color of a Runner's Ghost

Wendy Barrie

Submitted to Contest #292

In the end, I trace it all back to my cousin's obsession with the history of literature. My cousin Daisy and I were born one day apart, and a few hours later, her mom died. Daisy and I grew up eating Lucky Charms together on Saturday mornings in front of a repeating cycle of our favorite Scooby Doo episodes. She was the first person I told when I realized that my crush on Fred from the movie meant something more than I was brave enough to admit. So when the casting call was put up for our school's musical production of Romeo and Juliet, I le...

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