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Anii ✨

Author on Reedsy Prompts since May, 2020

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A Sea Of Flames (Part 2) 🌊🔥

This is Part 2 of the story, since the word count was too long. If you have not yet read part one, please do so by going to my account before proceeding. Otherwise, enjoy! ↢〰〰〰↣ I woke up the next day feeling like I had run a marathon the night before, and the first thought that had drifted in my mind was that he lied to me. I remembered feeling like my feet were glued to the ground after he had left.  In a frenzy of panic, he had done something only select, well trained mystics could do. Breccan had teleported using fire, which sho...

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A Sea Of Flames (Part 1) 🌊🔥

This doesn't match the prompt, and it's also above the word limit, but. . . here you go, a story after SUCH a long time! (Part 2 will be in another entry) It was the time of day when the sky had almost finished sweeping up the remains of the sun’s light, and the world was fading into night, when I first tasted water from the middle of the ocean. My fingers trembled with a certain kind of exhilaration as I swallowed the last of the salty potion. My lips puckered in disgust, and I could feel the rest of the group’s eyes on me. The swaying s...

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A half-giant, a witch, a ghost, and a normal person walk into a pizzeria.

It is a well-known fact that I absolutely suck at singing. My voice is just not flexible enough, and there’s always a voice break every time I switch octaves. On top of that, pizzerias aren’t all that great for such things. I remember being at one of my local pizza places enjoying a delicious slice of thick-crusted cheesy goodness. It was a regular Halloween. I had no plan to celebrate.  There was a girl at the table closest to the exit. I should have noticed things were off, but I hadn’t then yet taken hindrance to the fact that she...

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Mildew Manor

Submitted to Contest #64

“This is the home we’re planning to have renovated. It’s a little bit dusty, I’ll admit, but it’s nothing new floors can’t fix.” Father said to Mr. Gigelwithy as we stood on the driveway, gazing upon the pink exterior of 337, Oakton Drive.  A large Dogwood tree that stood greedily in the front yard took up all of the sunlight, so the front door was covered in shadow. However, the modest home seemed okay with it, still managing to look enchanting without a spotlight. The front porch was damp with recent rains and smelled quite earthy, m...

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Just A Ghost

Submitted to Contest #64

The darkness. It swept me up, writhing in the shadows as I fell unconscious and its spell under that night’s starless sky, never to wake again complete. All my life I’d been alone, trapped in the dark, with no one to comfort me. I died that way too, alone on the hilltop, tired of the universe. ↢〰〰〰↣ I have to look up from my window, where I’m watching a rich nobleman and his family enjoy their hearty supper. Their baby is squealing joyfully in the warm room as the fireplace is crackling merrily and the roses in the dining room vases p...

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Paper

Submitted to Contest #63

Hey, everybody! This is my third entry on Reedsy! Have fun!Warning: If you don't enjoy stories with unhappy endings and descents into "madness," then exit stage right, and have a good day! If the kind of stuff mentioned above is your jam, then go ahead and enjoy it!“Snip.”It was the first day. They said it would be paradise, but all he saw was paper. And more paper. There was a tube attached to his arm, but otherwise, he was free to roam around. Not that there was much space anyway. The room had no doors. No furniture. All there was was a ca...

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Nightmare

Submitted to Contest #62

It was the nightmare again. Again as it always came. Without fail.  The drifting ice. The empty sky. Desolation.  She was all alone in a world where no one cared. No one knew. No one was. She was a miserable figure in the dark. Her mistake had destroyed her. She was trapped in an endless universe of darkness and ice, where only she survived. But barely. Her soul was gone. Her heart with it. The only thing that kept her alive was the vision. The vision within the vision.  The flower.  The dark blossom whose purple t...

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If The Clouds Were Cotton Candy

Submitted to Contest #58

Grandma was a huge Duke Ellington fan. That’s why instead of having us call her Jasmine, she was Grandma Jaz.  For the longest time, she had her own sweet shop over at the mall. She’d bring me there every day and have us taste her newest additions. Every day we’d try out new types of caramel, chocolate, and candy. Brook wasn’t born then. Dad, who was a dentist, was mildly frustrated with his mother, but never stopped me from being with her in the shop. In fact, he came along, making sure that I would take care of my teeth.  &nbs...

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