∙𝕒𝕦𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕪 𝕡∙

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Nov, 2020

Stories (8)

8 Stories

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“One Day in Autumn” by ∙𝕒𝕦𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕪 𝕡∙

If I remember correctly, it must’ve been a thursday. A cool autumn breeze blew through the doors, playfully shifting the doorbell from its rest. The tables were mostly empty, except for perhaps one couple, close by the window, bent over two cups of steaming coffee. I must’ve shivered a bit, at least once. I hate the cold. If I remember correctly, there was something different about that day. Maybe the breeze was colder than usual, maybe the leaves were kicked up by the wind more than yesterday. Maybe there was nothing peculiar at all ...

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“One with the Wind” by ∙𝕒𝕦𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕪 𝕡∙

“Shh!” I creak open the door, slowly turning the knob. The window curtains flutter behind me, dove white ghosts billowing in the wind. Quickly, I scurry out the door, gesturing for my little sister, Susanne, to follow. Our steps are silent; I feel as if we are merely one with the wind. I peek into the room a few doors down, across the hall. My parents are both sleeping soundly. I tiptoe in, reaching over to the glass case in which a bejeweled golden crown sits. I lift the glass up gracefully, setting it down onto the ...

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“Friendship Begins with a Bucket of Water” by ∙𝕒𝕦𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕪 𝕡∙

Submitted to Contest #87

“There!”I step back to look at my creation. “It's perfect, isn’t it?” “Yep,” my best friend, Oliver, pronounces. Right now, we’re standing on the front porch of my archnemesis, attempting to create what could soon be the biggest prank of all time. “Finally, we’ll be able to make her pay!” And then, I hear it. The creak of the door, the sound of the doorknob turning, my unheard cries, they’re all heard at once, and all happen in one swift movement. I hear it tip, here the water slosh and splash, and then—All ten gallons of wate...

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“She Wished She Could Tell Her” by ∙𝕒𝕦𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕪 𝕡∙

Submitted to Contest #86

“Look! See?” My older sister’s delicate fingers point to the ground. “I don’t see anything.” She points at the snow. I look closer. “I still don’t see it.” I say, crossing my arms. “Look! Don’t you see? The little sprout of green breaking the snow?” Finally, I see it. There, a small blade of grass, lodged between the bright white snow. “This?” It’s a bit, well, underwhelming. How could a tiny sprig of grass be the start of spring? “Yes,” she says confidently. I can tell I have a bewildered look on my face,...

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“The Real Reason” by ∙𝕒𝕦𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕪 𝕡∙

Submitted to Contest #71

A small chime rang throughout the tiny bakery as Marcela slowly opened the creaky door, flecks of paint falling to the ground. The floor creaked underneath her feet as she studied the shop. Old porcelain sat upon dusty shelves, and bags of flour and sugar lay inside cabinets strung with cobwebs. Marcela reminisced of when the warm lights within the shop would radiate out into the cold bitterness of the world. Her dear grandfather would intone a Christmas carol, his voice a serenade in the quiet night. She sighed, wishing those days of bliss ...

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“Nothing but the Truth” by ∙𝕒𝕦𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕪 𝕡∙

Submitted to Contest #70

Nine months. That’s how long I’ve been sitting in this dusty cell, hoping for a chance to see the light. The days are long and tiring, and I feel barely alive. I sigh, laying back on my flat mattress. I hear harsh footsteps, but I don’t look up. Is it lunch already?Then, I hear my cell door open, and two cops drag me out. “Where am I going?” The cops ignore me and continue to drag me up the stairs, and then I see it: daylight.The golden sun gleams with light, as oranges and pinks dance around it. The sky is filled with the glorious, dewy mor...

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“Forgiven” by ∙𝕒𝕦𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕪 𝕡∙

Submitted to Contest #69

A light snow sprinkled the air as Renee stepped up to the door, thousands of thoughts circling her head. It had been so long since she’d seen her family, but she didn’t know if she wanted to see them. Not after what had happened. She glanced through the window. She could see Christmas decorations shining and twinkling through the foggy glass. With a sigh, she mustered up the courage to knock, lifting her fist to the door. Renee could hear commotion from inside. Finally, the door...

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“Our Own Sort of Paradise” by ∙𝕒𝕦𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕪 𝕡∙

Submitted to Contest #68

It was a quiet fall evening, in which no birds sang, no cars hummed. The frigid air bit Abigail’s cheeks, and she shivered, wrapping her scarf tighter around her. The bright leaves looked like flames as they fell and piled up under the old oak she used to climb. Abigail let out another breath, warming the air around her. Finally, she stepped off the old creaky porch and headed down the well worn path to the woods. It had been twenty-four years since she’d last seen it, but the place l...

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Author bio

Pronouns: She/her ∙ I’m never on here anymore — ✰ Check out my newest story, “One Day in Autumn”! ✰ — 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚎 ➼ I am ENFP (Myer-Briggs) ➼ I am a Sagittarius ➼ My favorite holiday is halloween ➼ I am self taught on guitar and piano ➼ I really enjoy drawing and animation! ➼ My favorite games are probably Animal Crossing and Minecraft (Undertale is pretty good as well) ✨ If you want me to read your story, I’ll happily do so! Please remind me if I forget! If you ever have any ideas for stories, constructive criticism, book recommendations, or you just wanna talk, lemme know! ✨ ——————————————- Thanks for taking the time to read this! See ya!