Amelia F

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Dec, 2019

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9 Stories

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“What Is This Feeling?” by Amelia F

Dear diary,There is this guy. He’s nice or to me at least. I don’t know him that well but I know the things people say about him. I don’t really like him because of the things he’s done. He and my friend were involved and he harassed one of my friends and a few of her friends. I shouldn’t be talking to him, I’ve even face-timed him. Why am I doing this?Much hate, AnnabellDear diary, He keeps asking me to hang out and that’s the last thing I want with him. I know it would break my frie...

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“A Breath Of Fresh Air” by Amelia F

The sky is filled with the most radiant colors. There is an assortment of pink, yellow and orange. I have not seen a sunset in a very long time. I never knew what I was missing. There is something about watching the days turn to nights that fill me with an odd sensation of joy.   It is that break in the day where everything changes. The animals start to come out and certain flowers bloom in the darkness of the night. People start to go into there homes. Some become dominant in the night like the trees in winter others bec...

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“Voices Will Be Voices ” by Amelia F

It was a normal day for miss Abagail Green when she received a very mysterious knock at the nearby door.  She looked over at the robust colored wooden door to see a tall dark figure through the translucent glass. She stood up from her dark green chair and put her trembling hand on the metal doorknob. She opened the door to see a very tall man standing in front of her.  “Hello, my name ...

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“Stronger By The Day” by Amelia F

Day 1: I have never believed in love. The concept is just hard to grasp. Having someone be “yours” and in the end, you will always get hurt. Even in all the so-called good romance movies someone always gets hurt even if they end up together. It will never work out. It’s simply just a word.

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“She Had Seen Him, Wanted Him, But He Couldn't Be Had” by Amelia F

From the moment I met him I just wasn’t quite sure. The moment my friend went and got his “snap”. It basically started out as a joke, he was just a guy who had his stoned friend introduce him a “single and ready to mingle”. That was just one of the signs that getting involved probably isn’t the best idea. Well screw it, he’s a guy, I’m a girl so I’ll just talk to him. Gain his trust but as far as feelings go, that just can’t happen. 

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“The Feelings She Never Confessed ” by Amelia F

There he is, standing in front of her. He is holding a big bouquet of flowers to give to her.  “What could this mean? Does he love me?” she is thinking to herself. Their relationship has really been going anywhere, so this is a big step for him and her.   “The flowers are so pretty, Thank You,” she says to him and gives him a hug. They then both walked to the back where they were...

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“From The First Glance” by Amelia F

On the road to hell, there’s a lot waiting… waiting for the train. Getting there is no easy task brother. Well for those who go down the path. The path of which you will die down below.  You can’t go through the brightness of the day but must wait through the cover night. There’s no map brother. Just a telephone wire and a railroad track. The platform of which you stand brother. You may as...

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“The Love Of The Moon ” by Amelia F

In the depth of nightstands an oh so mysterious forest that holds the mysteries even unknown to those of which hold the strongest of powers. The dark outside holds the darkest within. The so-called legends say  “Those who may enter the forest will be cursed with a life of horrid luck and doom unless…” The “unless” is one of the biggest mysteries which is held. Those who have ever entered the forest has never been seen come out. 

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“the gleam of light” by Amelia F

In the depth of night, we wonder waiting to get where we are going. The snow is about as white as paper and as soft as a winter blanket. In the crisp cold winter, air stands a wooden house. It is cold and we are growing heavy from our wet clothes covered in winters ice that has frozen on to our heavy jackets. We walk closer to the mysterious wooden house. There is a raised stone walkway with a...

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