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Ace D

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jun, 2024

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3:30 AM to 3:30 PM

Ace D

3:30 AM is when I sit in my bed alone; it’s not that I can’t sleep, in fact, I’m quite tired. No, I’m awake, because I want to be awake. 3:30 AM is the best time of the day, in my home I’m alone, my parents and siblings, even my dogs, they’re all asleep, so in that aspect I’m alone, but in reality I’m not. 3:30 AM for me is lunchtime for someone else. Someone else, somewhere else, just sat down to eat lunch; I’m not alone; I’m awake with them. 3:30 AM for me mean going to sleep, but for the night shift crew, it means getting up, time to star...

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Love Will End

Ace D

“I love you, Ella,” I smile gently, taking her hand in mine, and looking into her carefree emerald green eyes. This is the best day of my life, I think as I sit here, my partner by my side, watching the sun slowly set in the park.“I love you too, Jazz,” she hums back, resting her head on my shoulder. I lean against her, smiling, holding her close. Oh, how I wish this moment could last forever. We sit in silence, holding each other close. This moment slowly etched itself into my soul. As the sun sets, we pack up our tiny picnic and start head...

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I'm Sorry I Was Clingy

Ace D

After a while, you stop noticing it—the self-damaging tendency, the sleepless nights, the silent thoughts that follow you around like a curse. After a while, it all just feels normal. Sure, it doesn’t make it feel better or easier; you just kind of expect it. Soon, your friends will stop questioning it as well. They don’t ask why you’re not eating or talking; they just know this is just you being you, or you just having a bad week, you’ll be fine next week, you always are. It’s hard to tell if they just got used to it or if they don’t care a...

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Crimson eyes

Ace D

I fell to my knees, my hand sliding off the wall I was leaning on, creating a trail of blood. My hands fell in front of me catching myself, before falling into the pool of blood my mentor had left. Blood slipped down my face, from my blood-covered hair. It slid down my nose and dropped into the puddle of blood next to me. I look over to the body of my mentor, my friend.“Where are you, little hero?” A dark voice whispers through the fog. I fall back against the wall, I’m going to die here. I can feel my body giving up. “Come out, come out whe...

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Everyone Has a Someone

Ace D

There’s this guy who keeps coming to the café where I work. He always orders the same thing: iced coffee, double shot, extra ice cream, and a croissant with tomato, avocado, and cheese. He always wears a red jacket with his school’s logo plastered on the back. He has caramel brown eyes and pitch-black hair, spiked up in a messy style. He normally comes in alone, but every now and then, a few other boys wearing the same red jacket follow him. Whenever the other boys come to the café, they are loud and rowdy the whole time. We all prefer it wh...

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You’re Allowed To Be Clingy

Ace D

The last time we kissed, I thought I would see you again. If I had known what you had planned to do that night I wouldn’t have left. I would have hugged you longer and kissed you more. I would have dragged you down onto the couch, so we could cuddle and watch your favourite movie. Baby you should have told me, I could have helped you, if you had told me I would still be able to kiss you. I thought you were getting better, I thought that I was helping you. But clearly, I just made it harder for you, yeah? Oh my god, babe I miss...

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Run While You Can

Ace D

heads up, there are a few spelling mistakes, I rushed through this so I could make the dead line. “Why are you still here?” My father screams at me as I grab my guitar.“You said I could pack my stuff” I respond cautiously, grabbing my backpack, already full of clothes and food.“OUT!” He screams again. I don’t argue rushing out of my room. I run past my mother still sitting on the couch crying. It’s like I just told them I was a murderer or something. I swing the front door open greeted with a gush of cold wind and rain. I sigh and turn back ...

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Death Isn't Wicked, It's Beautiful

Ace D

There’s this new kid at school, I think they started last week. they’re absolutely stunning. I really can’t describe the way they look but picture this, a warm feeling rushes over you when you see them everything they do seems perfect and they have a truly inviting present. But yet I haven’t seen them talk to a single person, it’s like to everyone but me they look like a monster. I see them often but trying to actually talk to them is impossible, I either get swept away by a crowd of people, or they practically disappear the moment I get clo...

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The Topaz Necklace

Ace D

I lost everything in the fire, except my topaz necklace, my brother gave it to me the day he left for The Academy. He’s meant to become a sorcerer, the first one in our family. He doesn’t know about the fire yet, he doesn’t know about Mum and Dad. He sent me a letter the other day, telling me he’d be home for summer, he wants to see me before he is positioned in a magical enterprise for his studies. He’s going to find out what happened, and he’s going to be angry, but I can’t let him drop his studies, he could be the change we need. I meet m...

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Lily in the Shadows

Ace D

When Jack found out he had powers, he wasn’t at all happy about it; he had seen the movies and read the comics. Jack didn’t want to be the big, super cool superhero in a cool super suit. He didn’t want a fancy show and merchandise all about him, and he definitely didn’t want people all over him, twenty-four-seven, wanting photos and autographs, yelling and screaming his name in a positive or negative light. So he learned to hide in the shadows. Walking through the street, no one noticed him as he slipped through the darkness, hopping from sh...

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Spirit of the Stage

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TW: Death, implied suicide. If Chris had known it would end like this he never would have tried; his boyfriend nearly never talked to him, he lost all his friends and now he was going to die. He just wanted to sing, he just wanted to be heard, but in following that dream he had lost everything else that mattered to him. There was nothing left. He had to face this head-on. He walked out from behind the deep blue curtain, and as the crowd saw his bright blond hair and freckled-covered cheeks they began to scream. “Why hello there everyone...

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