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“Tears Of The Moon” by 𝙰𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚢𝚜𝚝 ~

Astronauts say that the moon is made of rock, but do you believe that? The moon is really made of tears: of regret, sorrow and grief. Surprised it hasn’t fallen out of space yet: tumbling through the endless void of stars and gas, because the moon is the one that carries all our burdens, and they can be immensely heavy.Who might collect these tears, you ask?There is a butterfly, made of silky light, one that softly shines through the darkness. It is the moon’s messenger, and flies down to Earth every night to gather the newly-scraped-ou...

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“Imagine” by 𝙰𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚢𝚜𝚝 ~

The TV hummed along with Mama in the evening air while Koa painted the village outside. “The King leaves remarks about witch rumours, saying ‘they could be lurking anywhere you turn.’ The King says these witches are talking about possibilities of escaping the village, and denies any further thoughts about it.” “Well then,” said Mama, “we’ll get a cat!” Koa looked up from her painting. “Why?” “Because cats protect from witches,” said Mama, “Black cats are the most powerful.” Koa blinked a few times and asked, “Why do we need protect...

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“Lost In The Tide ” by 𝙰𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚢𝚜𝚝 ~

“I’m leaving with Olive, come if you wanna!” June shouted into her little cottage.“Okay, coming!” replied Asa, her younger brother.June, with a ruffled pale yellow dress and a white sun hat, led her bunny out into the evening sun. Olive’s fur was blonde, with some white spots, and little shiny black eyes. The moment June had laid her eyes on the little rabbit, she decided it was hers.“Wait up!” shouted Asa while June and Olive walked to the seaside, with paint, brushes, a palette and an easel in June’s arms.The sun was half of its way down t...

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“Driving In The Pink Rain” by 𝙰𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚢𝚜𝚝 ~

Submitted to Contest #97

The glimmering stars in the sky winked back at me through the rain-smothered window, forming pretty constellations I could name by heart. Pitter patter. The drops of water tried to cling onto the pane of glass, falling to their impending doom. The flowers down on my porch looked like splatters of paint, like something I would’ve painted while trying to imitate Pollock’s art in class. Pitter patter. The rain was hard, thudding down on everything like a giant stomping on a village. The cars on the road zipped past, different people going on th...

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“Almonds, Honey & Sage” by 𝙰𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚢𝚜𝚝 ~

“Sage! Let’s play Truth or Dare. The real version.” “What is the ‘real version’ of Truth or Dare?” Sage asked, sitting down next to Lyra on her fuzzy gray rug. “It’s when the Truths are personal and the Dares are hard.” Sage gulped and said, “Okay, who’s gonna go first?” Lyra pointed to Sage. “I’m not going first.” Sage shrugged while Lyra asked, “Truth or Dare?” “...Dare.” “I dare you to cook. And make an original recipe that doesn’t taste like sand.” Sage laughed at the sand part but inside was crumbling into dust, because ...

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“Seeing In Black & White” by 𝙰𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚢𝚜𝚝 ~

Submitted to Contest #92

There was a world where light didn’t exist; where everything was dark, so the only way you could see anything was by the highlights on the objects. Many people wondered about the existence of the highlights because how could there be highlights if there’s no light at all?One of our character’s names was Cara: a modest name for a modest girl.School was decent for Cara: it wasn’t super fun, as the dictators made sure of that, but her favourite subject was History because she got to learn about things that seemed unreal. She was a quiet, coy li...

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“Elysian” by 𝙰𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚢𝚜𝚝 ~

Submitted to Contest #90

Once, there was a tree. That tree was a beautiful one; it had a dark oak trunk, and it was shiny with scented oil. The leaves were a dark purple, ranging from light lavender to the deepest violet of space, and the branches were the same, glossy oak as the trunk. The roots wove in and out of the universe, back and forth, forth and back so you couldn’t tell where it was anymore. It had a soul inside of it, of whom no one knows, but there was a soul that begged for companionship, to not be lonely anymore. It had laid there to rest so many years...

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“The Land Of Ghosts” by 𝙰𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚢𝚜𝚝 ~

Drip, drip The rain splattered against the dryness of the gravestones, filling its pores up with water.Drip, dripI floated across the graveyard, searching for a specific someone, and a shriek burst through the mist. It was another one of the newbies; they were just getting admitted in. I looked down at my translucent wrist where a mostly silver outline of a skull gleamed back: the Mark. You got branded with it the moment you entered the Land of the Ghosts, to make sure you stayed within the boundaries. There was a magical fence around t...

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“The Tale Of The Falling Stars” by 𝙰𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚢𝚜𝚝 ~

In the dark swirly night sky where shadows lurked and where all your secrets were held, there was a star.Or 100 billion, to be accurate.They twinkled like how your eyes would when you looked at someone you loved, or when the sunlight would glint off the bright green grass. They glistened, sparkled, glittered in the sky and brought hope forevermore.Or so you thought.Stars were supposed to be cheery, joyful, and happy. These stars were not.In the specific area of stars we were looking at, the stars were bittersweet, sad and loved to argue. The...

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“Message to Reedsy *petition*” by 𝙰𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚢𝚜𝚝 ~

*copied from Blxxii*Dear Reedsy,I've emailed you endless and endless times, however, you ignored. I NEED you to reply, please. It's all about downvoting. "Oh, this is just a thing about downvoting, B-O-R-I-N-G!" And skip.This is an important message, Reedsy.My friend Ari Reynes, has been downvoted from 4,600 to 1,000. This is unacceptable and the hard-worked for points are gone-poof. This isn't a threat, but a lot of people are taking breaks from Reedsy.I, myself, plan on leaving Reedsy for the sake of downvoters-(I am more co...

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“Rainbow Memories” by 𝙰𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚢𝚜𝚝 ~

It was a great day for gardening, the sun filtering through the windows, the air fresh and unsullied. Iris finished her cup of chamomile tea, set it on her marble counter and went to the closet to get her gardening clothing. Her smock used to be a bright white, but it was now a dull gray, with smudges of soil appearing every so often. Her boots' dark leather was worn and torn with use, a rip starting to form near the right top lace. Her gloves were thick, like a football glove, embroidered along the edges with green thread, a purple flo...

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“Like A Rose Petal” by 𝙰𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚢𝚜𝚝 ~

October 21, 1476The breeze rustled through my hair, my dark hair curling around my forehead. It was a warm autumn evening; roads littered with amber leaves, the ocean reflecting the lavender sky. Equestrians were taking an evening stroll, the horse’s manes flowing in the wind, and salesman pushing carts crunched the leaves underneath the wheels.“Wynn! Get over here, Mother needs help unloading the hay!”I sighed, got up from my spot in front of the sea and ran inside our house, the air switching from fresh to vulgar. Horse manure.Mother ...

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“Dreams of Reality” by 𝙰𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚢𝚜𝚝 ~

Submitted to Contest #84

“Okay people, time for attendance!”I jerked awake in my chair, causing the wheels to scratch my hardwood floor.“Jerry?”“Here!”I rubbed my eyes with my hands, realizing that I was in a Google Meet in the worst time of the day.Morning.“Kiana?”“Present!”I shook my body and released all the jittery thoughts bouncing around in my brain, and promised myself I would remember to do what I was supposed to do.What day was it?April 8, the computer read.“Farissa?”“Here,” I groggily squeaked out, turning my camera on just in time to see my teacher grin b...

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“On Fire ” by 𝙰𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚢𝚜𝚝 ~

Author’s Note: Hello! This had to get out before the contest ended so Saph may or may not have written the last bit because I was at school. Also random fun fact: I wrote the ending before we even formed the plot :)Who knows, maybe I’m at school while typing this :3ANYWAYS, I wrote Aliyah’s POV for the first ⅔ ish, and Saph wrote everything for the rest. BEFORE YOU GO ROASTING ME ABOUT MY WRITING ABILITIES, let’s say that Saph writing the rest saved this from being thrown in the fire XD. I edited the part that she wrote, so that counts for s...

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“Butter Chicken and Heaven” by 𝙰𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚢𝚜𝚝 ~

Submitted to Contest #83

“Come on people, line up in single file! Lady, I said SINGLE FILE!”I sighed and brushed past the flight attendant, her voice screaming through the megaphone.“Single File! All aboard the Kanarli Airlines, heading to the Islands Of Paradise!”I scoffed, thinking Why would I go to the Islands when Heaven is already paradise?I was a ghost.Supposedly.If all of y’all are thinking about YOUR vision of Heaven. . . just stop.I’ll tell you what it’s really like.Not everything was made of clouds, though a lot were. The clouds were a variety of pastel co...

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