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Aerin Rebecca ✨🌈

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jul, 2020

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We Steal From Frosty the Snowman

As I’m sliding on the snow, swerving between trees and hoping the mountains towering above me doesn’t decide to shed more pebbles on my helmet, I can’t help but panic. Not because I’m skiing. No, I’m experienced enough in it that I’m all the way in Colorado for a skiing tournament—which starts in two hours. Hence the freak out. To clear my head before the final race, I’d decided to check out the area by grabbing my equipment and going out alone. The trail is completely empty, the sky a crystal blue, and I try to concentrate on the scenery...

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between nightmares and dreams

Submitted to Contest #103

“Nightmares are more convincing than dreams.”My nana once told me that. Six-year-old me laughed it off. How could they be, when I awaited nighttime to fly and save the world and eat candy? When no nightmares ever plagued my mind, and if my teddy bear did die in Dreamland (ah, the tragedies of elementary school), a night spent cuddling in my parent’s bed vanished the nightmare from my mind?She’d laugh at that too and say, “Okay, sweetie, good for you. But in the end, fear invokes more powerful emotions than happiness.”But times changed. Night...

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You Know You’re Screwed When a Clown Needs World-Saving Help

Submitted to Contest #100

Nothing screams awkward silence like a cynical hacker and a clown discussing the fate of the world on a date.Or, the supposed fate of the world, as the meet-up form insisted.I’m pretty sure it was just a ruse.And apparently this wasn’t a date.“Hi, I’m Cy.”I tried to be friendly first, of course. As a 14-year-old emo hacker stuck with the fantasy name Cynan Moonpine, I felt lucky to have anybody pay me for my hobby. But pay they did, and the variety of people coming to me was constantly astounding; today it was a brightly-dressed clown who re...

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Hair of Fire

Submitted to Contest #96

I always thought of the heat as happiness. Warmth. Like a family. Cold was the bitter iciness panging the back of your head, numbing your fingers and toes until all you wanted to do was go back inside and sip hot cocoa.That was until I moved to the blistering desert.Turns out, enough of anything and you can be numbed by that too. (I was pretty sure my skin considered a slight breeze as “cold” by now.) Sigh.I stared out the dusty window with ragged breaths, so deep in my own regrets that I didn’t hear the AC sputter out. I literally had ...

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The Staircase of Writing a Short Story

A/N: Hmmm...what the heck is this story? I dunno. I actually wanted to write something like for a while—a short n’ sweet, simple little list of writing steps but with some fictional meat on its bones to make it a story—and when the right prompt popped up, I jumped on the chance and wrote it in two days :) So yeah, this is a bit weird and another attempt at 2nd person, enjoy! 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚙 𝚘𝚗𝚎: 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎 & 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚖You sit on the rusty bench outside the library. The sky is dimming by now, the last trickles of people walking out of the clos...

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An Eggcelent April Fool’s Day

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!I sigh and nestle further into my covers, ignoring the alarm. There’s no way I’m getting up anywhere before 10 am on my birthday.Hold up.I bolt upright, flinging off my covers as a smile overpowers my face. It’s April 1st, meaning I’m officially 16!Except that your 16th birthday isn’t just a normal birthday in the Pixie Queendom. As I brush my teeth and get dressed in the cutest clothes I have, I think about everything I’m going to do today. At 16 years old, I’m officially considered an adult (not like I get to be queen ‘til...

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Timelapse (a Rapunzel reworking)

Day 6274 + 0You pace the length of the room, over and over and over. The same ten feet you’ve crossed a million times. Your shaggy lavender rug, with yellow flowers woven in, is tattered and torn from a century of weight.Up, down, up, down. Feet hitting the floor.There’s nowhere else to go.Over and over and over.Day 6274 + 29Your room is your haven. One big box of space, with a bed pushed into a corner, a desk in another. The walls are painted baby blue, like an ocean dialed down.It’s supposed to make you feel calm.Day 6274 + 56The books you...

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The Freshwater Demon’s Hug

Author’s note: Alright, so, by the way, this story isn’t a brand-new one. I originally wrote this a few months ago and posted it on an alter account--so some of you may have already seen this. Seeing it perfectly matches one of the current prompts, I decided to freshen this up and resubmit on my main page. And...yeah, enjoy!Nobody ever tells you about the awful secret agents.I mean, movies and books have painted this image that secret agents are these super-cool spies with fancy constumes, ninja moves, and the perfect luck. Well, bad stuff i...

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A Bubble Tea Date With a Side of Magic Masks

Slurp.Shluuuurp.Shlurpslurpslurpslurp—“MARLEY!” I snapped. My red-haired best friend glanced up, her wide green eyes and puzzled expression coaxing a laugh out of me. “Girl, do you have to be so loud?” I eyed her Mango Slush, already down to the last popping bubbles, scraps of mango, and ice with all the flavor sucked out of it. “And god, how are you almost done?”She giggled, setting down her slush next to my half-finished bubble tea and each of our masks. Hers was bright yellow decorated with a unicorn emoji, whilst mine was black with the ...

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Question Mark After Question Mark (Last Zetta Grace Story!)

Note: This is the 3rd (and last!) Zetta Grace story, wooo! Which means this probably won’t make sense if you haven’t read ‘Top Ten Things Zetta Grace Excelled At” and “Haze of Black and White”, so you might want to check those out first! XD Enjoy!Zetta had thought she knew weightlessness.The drop of a roller coaster when your stomach bobs around.That long fall off the high-dive, cerulean water glistening so far below.None of that could compare to death.Zet’s mind, usually full of mash-ups of nonsense, went blank. For a moment, she couldn’t h...

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Haze of Black and White (Zetta Grace Sequel)

Note: this is the sequel to ‘Top Ten Things Zetta Grace Excelled At’, wooo! That story received way more positivity than I expected (like 60 likes and a ton of comments in six days??) and I felt like it was kind of unfinished, so here’s a part two. Like the first story, this is a...STRANGE 2k words. Also like the first story, this is darker, more romance-y, and a lil’ more emotional than my normal writing, just to give some closure on Zetta Celestine Grace and a glimpse into her final moments and memories. Enjoy! I can’t see.Can’t hear.The w...

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Top Ten Things Zetta Grace Excelled At

TenSinging. She had the voice of an angel, gossamer words flowing outwards, rejuvenating the sapping strings of life. When Zet sang, her voice connected everyone listening.The first time I heard her sing was on a warm summer day in June. We sat on scratchy beach chairs we bought at Walmart, trash littering the sand our chairs were perched on. Broken bottles haunted the scene, my foot already sticky with blood. But I didn’t care. Nothing down here could take from the beauty of the pearl-studded night sky, the perfect unorder to the crash...

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Claim of the Ancient Inheritance

It was the kind of beautiful early spring day Anushka Starling lived for.The cloudless sapphire sky was warmed by a buttery sun, the air a perfect mix of warm with crisp right-after-winter undertones. The breeze felt cool against Anya’s tan skin. The birds piped their songs, perched in the trees exploding with the shades of emerald leaves and bubblegum blossoms.Anya exhaled, smiling, biting the end of her pencil as she glanced around. Middle schoolers milled around, enjoying their break before the last period by breathing in the spring air. ...

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Quarantine Competition (a Reedsy-Cast Short Story)

Submitted to Contest #71

Note: Hey, all! Here’s my long-overdo Wrirate short story. That means this story features a Reedsy cast! A lot of my Wrirate friends have made this kind of thing (check out Zilla’s, B.W.’s, Amany’s, Rhonda’s, and Orenda’s!) so I decided to write one. Sadly, I can’t have as many main characters as there are close Wrirate friends, so there’s main characters, a secondary character (Bri, which is something B.W. has said I could call her [Hope is also a nickname, so there’s actually two props to my good friend B.W.]), and a bunch of mentions...

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Worlds

Note: Hey, guys! Thanks for stopping by to read this story. But, before you start, you should know one thing: THIS IS NOOOOT RELATED TO THE PROMPT! ‘Worlds’ is a sci-fi story I’ve recently written for school, not on a Reedsy prompt. I’m posting it here just to get some feedback. It’ll most likely be removed by the Reedsy staff when this contest closes, so...yeah. One week only, ‘Worlds’! Vocab to know before reading: Orbs - their dwellings School Orb - kinda like boarding school, ages 6 though 16 Jiyoki- kinda like college Areth - Earth in ...

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