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Amber Hartung

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Aug, 2020

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look around

Submitted to Contest #59

The structure calls to the clouds above as it rises to the heavens. Each detail hand pick and then craved. Each detail brought a job. Each detail meant a future for at least a couple of months. A future that someone needs. The delicately made gods with the colors to make the rainbows jealous. The colors that seem to pull from everywhere. The colors that made your favorite colors hide and quiver inside. The reds are enough to make blood look dull. To make blood look colorless. The blues are from deep with in the stars. Deep in the nebulas, th...

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it's not always how it looks

Submitted to Contest #59

Trigger warning: suicide Lillian Lillian woke up. Like the morning before, and the morning before that, and like every day. With the feeling of loneliness. Was she alone though? She lived in the biggest city in the world. She saw hundreds to thousands of people day to maybe an hour. She lived the life of luxury. She had tons of friends. But were they really her friends? Were they just using her? But to get what she had, and what they also had. If they were her friends why did she feel the pull of death day after day. “Lillian” ...

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I was drowning

Submitted to Contest #58

"come on you got to come in Collete, it's warm" my mom begged me to come night swimming with her at my grandparents.house. I was just here till the weekend, and then i could leave. that had become my moto this week. "okay, okay i'm coming" she was right about one thing the water was warm it swallowed her whole as she went under. I had always loved swimming it was peace. it was quiet. I went further to the deep end. my grandparents loved to call me their little mermaid. it was like i was meant for the water. i did a summer salt. i love night ...

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leave me

Submitted to Contest #57

“do you ever feeling like floating away?” “what do you mean?” “I mean like leaving and diving into abyss” I looked into his eyes. The pools of green blue were no where to be found. It was as if they had been replaced by rage and confusion. “don’t ever say that again” “say what my mind. I am sorry I was let you into my deepest and vastest parts, I am sorry I want someone to talk to. Because you know what I am tired of drowning in my thoughts. I am sorry that they suffocate me. Sorry I was just trying to breath. I was just trying for once not...

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life's a roller coaster

Submitted to Contest #57

Life’s a roller coaster Why does it have to become a roller coaster? With all the ups and downs, I am starting to get sick so like many other I will have to stop the ride to get off so...

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what have i done?

Submitted to Contest #56

Anyone could hear the screams throughout the halls. I could feel them vibrating me along with them. These screams were screams of pure and tortured agony. Its as if the soul who screams these screams was to be taken way. Way from the world away from the people who cared about her. So, I answered her silent unending pray. It takes a lot of skill to pull someone away from the world with gentle ease. I did it again I use the gift god punished me with. I am fallen for a reason. &nb...

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I know its you

Submitted to Contest #55

Prologue Madison Lewis Madison Lewis How much he hate her. How much he loved her. He hated her for always been on his mind. He loved to think and dream about her. He hated how she led him on. He loved that she paid attention to him. Because no one else ever did. Marvel was covered in zits, he was super small, and just downright awkward. The boys at school would either just tease him all day long or literally pretended that he didn’t exist. So, they would walk right into him and shoved him down and the thing was the never even looked dow...

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