Rebekah Conard
Bio
33, She/Her, a big bi nerd
How do I write a bio that doesn't look like a dating profile? Anyway, my cat is my daughter, I crochet and cross stitch, and I can't ride a bike. Come take a peek in my brain-space, please and thanks.
Stories (76)
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I Owe It All to the Slender Man
(If you'll look to your right, you'll see a corkboard on the wall. It's suspiciously empty, for a corkboard. Don't worry; it's gonna fill up fast. At the right edge of the board, which we'll call Point B, I'll pin a photograph of the present. My apartment, my partner, my cat, my job -- my life as it is now. At the left, Point A, I'll pin an illustration of the infamous Slender Man. Yes, that one. Please don't laugh; I wasted a lot of printer ink on this drawing.)
By Rebekah Conard2 months ago in Humans
On an Evening Walk Past Oakhurst Park
One of the chief pleasures of my life is to roam familiar city streets in the autumn air. The habit began as a product of necessity. In the early days of my career, I could not afford to hire a driver for the convenience of my commute. It was no matter, for I was full of the vigor of youth and a brisk walk to the office demanded only a small fraction of my energy, and a modest commitment of my time. After establishing myself in the relevant business circles, I gained an amount of freedom to choose my mode of transport on a regular basis.
By Rebekah Conard2 months ago in Fiction
Hello?. Top Story - October 2025.
I've always loved filling notebooks, whether with scribbles or stories or just to vent. Notebooks come and go. They're easily replaced. You can find them anywhere, and get them cheap. But over the summer when I was 8, I found one that was special. It was a plain looking wide-ruled notebook with a purple cover, and it had been hiding underneath my dresser. I already had all of my school notebooks assigned by color to different classes, and purple hadn't been one of them. I assumed I'd just gotten an extra one for home and forgotten about it. I dusted it off and set the notebook on the little desk where I did my homework.
By Rebekah Conard3 months ago in Fiction
A Dreamy Reunion
It was 9:36 PM when I heard a knock at the door. I was lounging in bed in my comfy clothes, lights off, TV on, just goofing off on my phone to wind down for the night. It's not like I was busy, but I wasn't expecting anyone either. The TV had already been on low volume, but I muted it anyway. Then I waited a moment in the silence. Instinctively, I held my breath as if doing so would make the house seem more empty. Eight seconds passed without another sound. I let go of the breath I'd been holding.
By Rebekah Conard3 months ago in Fiction
The Uninsured
Mandy sat at her desk, typing noisily on her keyboard. So far it had been a very normal Wednesday, and her mind had wandered off an hour ago. Data-entry gigs were great for zoning out, and her ADHD-brain evidently had places to be. That's why it took her several seconds to notice someone standing at the entrance of her cubicle, snapping their fingers to get her attention.
By Rebekah Conard10 months ago in Fiction
An Odyssey. Honorable Mention in Legends Rewritten Challenge. Top Story - February 2025.
Ulysses was tired, and it was only 3pm, local time. He was very far from home and he was jet-lagged. It was already the third day of his business trip but his body and mind still hadn't caught up to him. Despite that, with the powers of coffee and confidence combined, work was going well. He'd already given his presentation twice, and by his count he'd only made a handful of minor mistakes.
By Rebekah Conard11 months ago in Fiction
Every Day Is Halloween
To my good friends and fellow shipmates on the S.S. Tabula Rasa: I was half joking when I suggested that one of the challenges for November should be for us to express thanks to each other. I do, in fact, know better. It's cringe, and it's something we were made to do in elementary school, and we're all little anxiety goblins who don't like to be put on the spot. But then Vocal decided to issue the challenge. So, I'll just go ahead and write this in secret and see if anyone discovers it. 😘
By Rebekah Conardabout a year ago in Humans
Every One of Them
"The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished." "Grandma!" 8-year old Charlie uncrossed his legs and stood up from the floor with a huff. "You promised, no more baby stories." Without waiting for a reply, he shuffled across the floor. Charlie didn't even see the near-miss of Jessica's dainty fist lashing out in his direction at the moment he turned away.
By Rebekah Conardabout a year ago in Fiction
Charlotte. Top Story - October 2024.
There was only one rule: don’t open the door. Charlotte's nursery was in the room furthest from the door: up many stairs and down a long hall. There, she spent her early days keeping her nurses busy, filling diapers, throwing toys, screaming, and biting. But no number of stairs, length of halls, or thickness of doors could keep the music from reaching her ears. Fortunately, infants don't know what a door is, much less how to open one.
By Rebekah Conardabout a year ago in Horror
The Others
Ellen had worked some crappy jobs over the years, but she would never say so. She was the sort of person who could latch onto the good and overlook the bad. To her, a job was only truly "crappy" when the crap was spread around. Several of her past employers had her answer phones for seven-or-more hours a day. The context of a call center usually went a long way to curb the crap at manageable levels. Her peace rested on the assurance that as long as the caller stayed "over there," and Ellen was "over here," all was well. She would let no one get her down.
By Rebekah Conardabout a year ago in Fiction
Jet Lag
Jake woke with a start to find himself seated at an island in a kitchen that wasn't his, miraculously balanced on a four-legged stool. The way his temples throbbed, he was lucky not to be lying concussed on the vinyl floor. He lifted his head from the counter, and its coolness remained on his cheek as he looked around. With some relief, Jake saw it was a room he knew.
By Rebekah Conardabout a year ago in Fiction
