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Angelina Valencia

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jun, 2020

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When it's dark out

I always think of our home, with a basement which opens lower to a lower patch of land, when ‘House on Haunted Hill’ shows on Netflix. It’s like we’re made for a spooky story but never get one.I stared at my TV screen, trying to figure out what to watch. I hate when that happens, I want to watch something so bad but I have no idea what to watch. It gets me annoyed, put Friends back on Netflix.I can hear my sister, Rebekah, crashing around in the kitchen, trying to make herself something for dinner even though she doesn’t know how to cook.“St...

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The Secret Month

Can you keep a secret? I’m about to tell you something I haven’t told anyone yet. I’m about to tell you how her day went. But right now she laid there in her bed. Her eyes moved back and forth from behind her eyelids, having some kind of dream that most likely won’t be remembered. Her crimson colored dress shaped every curve of her body while her dirty blond hair spread so nicely on her pillow. I could just put her in a glass box and name her my sleeping beauty but no, not today. I want to see how she does. It was any minute now that she wou...

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The Urn

Submitted to Contest #51

Fire. Glitches of fire, then it was pitch black with just a small beam of light on a simple brown urn. It felt cold and empty like this was what loneliness felt like, only it was for an eternity. Then there was another glitch and in the distance, a man was hunched over, but it was facing to where you could only see its back. You could hear it, the aggressive breathing like someone was suffocating through a gas mask.Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale.You could also hear in the distance, murmuring. It was like someone, or something, was screaming,...

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A few hours of torture...

Submitted to Contest #49

He sat there in his chair, his family was around him. Maybe it wasn’t so bad, maybe it just looks bad. No, this was bad.“Teddy, it’s going to be okay” his grandma told him.He shook his head, pulling on his hair, “No it’s not, did you see how bad it was? Grandma, my car got totaled, how is it all going to be okay?”“Ted, have some hope in you” Ted's mom said, her face twisted in worry.He just shook his head while grabbing his hair again. He clenched his jaw, fighting the tears that wanted to come out. It was so painful how quiet the waiting ro...

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The Taste of Lies

Submitted to Contest #48

It’s been four years since I found out who I really am. It took me awhile but eventually I got there and it's not such a bad thing. The only thing that’s hard is not telling my best friend.Her name is Niut Parsons, and her name actually means nothing, no one knows what it means. It's a mystery for all of us, which is why she stands out so much. Me on the other hand, my name is Aletheia Greene, my name just means ‘honesty’ and I guess it kinda fits since I am a very honest person. I’m not the type of person to lie. Too bad everyone else isn’t...

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A Million Years

Submitted to Contest #47

You stood in the middle of the living room while he waited there patiently. He looked into your eyes as if he was reading your mind, you knew he wasn't because then he'd know the answer.It felt as if millions of years had passed by, you kept replaying in your head the first day you met him. You were just little kids back then, so childish and immature. You just promoted from elementary, and learned that you no longer have sand boxes or basketball courts to do granny shots with friends. Even your moms won’t be packing your lunches anymore. Yo...

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