Spencer Reaves

Joined July 2021

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Storyteller. That’s all.

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Second Place in Mother's Day Confessions Challenge

Stories (13/0)

Puny humans, let's start again.
Should he have brought a gift? Scott stood at the bottom of the stairwell, wishing he had a smoke. It had been twelve years since his last one, and twenty since his pack-a-day habit, and lord, some cravings ought to stay gone.
By Spencer Reavesabout a month ago in Fiction
Sit down.
Sit down. Those are terrifying words from my father. He’s a country boy, he’s military, he’s a prison guard. Sit down is what he says when our mother threatened to tell Dad about our behavior a time too often. The follow through, you know?
By Spencer Reavesabout a month ago in Families
I'm Still Surprised
I got a 4-year old girl, she’s laughing, sitting in the bathroom, playing with toys The news anchor in the background, he’s just white noise
By Spencer Reavesabout a month ago in Poets
Outlining Stories, Campfire Style
Let’s jump right into today’s topic: outlining novels. This is arguably one of the first steps taken when you’re preparing to finally write that best seller. It’s also one of the most controversial — which is why we’re going to ignore the debates about pantsing versus plotting and talk about campfire writing.
By Spencer Reaves2 months ago in Education
Writing Cliches and How to Avoid Them
An opinion most of us storytellers can agree on is that writing cliches is the ultimate no-go. Don’t do it, nope. And if you do? Better subvert expectations and turn that trope on its head.
By Spencer Reaves2 months ago in Journal
Action Scenes? Cool Story, Bro.
Let’s talk about action scenes. These are pivotal moments in your story that you’ve been building up to with carefully curated pacing… time to make it or break it. Entrance your reader, or lose them forever. You’re about to define your story right now.
By Spencer Reaves2 months ago in Journal
The Ring
I remember the feeling of a bag pulled over my head. It blocked most everything except the sun. I was pulled along to the ring with it shining down on me.
By Spencer Reaves2 months ago in Fiction
When I win, we lose.
I’ve decided to hate social media. No, really. Not just the pointless, regurgitated memes that tell us that they feel the same way we do.
By Spencer Reaves2 months ago in Humans
The Color Green
I can imagine the way she talked, And walked, And laughed, It wasn’t even that different, or strange. If everyone else was blue,
By Spencer Reaves2 months ago in Poets
Happy Ending
Candace narrowed her eyes at her little brother. “Kit, be quiet. We’re supposed to go to bed.” Kit, four years younger and infinitely more obnoxious at only seven, peeked over his quilt at her. It was hard to see him in the nighttime shadows of their bedroom.
By Spencer Reaves2 months ago in Fiction
Small Town Summer Food
Summer food? Yeah, I know what you mean. Look, Montana gets cold. I mean, tongue-stuck-to-the-flagpole cold. So you get used to soups, and stews. Potatoes, onions, carrots, biscuits, warm-your-toes, warm-your-soul, comforting, calorie-filled, dripping grease, your-momma-spent-a-long-time-on-this, so-sit-down-and-eat, food.
By Spencer Reaves2 months ago in Families
Second Place in Mother's Day Confessions Challenge
The Birthday ChickenSecond Place in Mother's Day Confessions Challenge
Dear Mom, we’ve now come upon another Mother’s Day. Let’s do something differently this year, okay? They say confession is good for the soul. There’s been books written on the subjects, religions based on this principle. I don’t know how true this is, but I want to try. Honestly, I have to. I can’t go on like this forever.
By Spencer Reaves3 months ago in Confessions