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Anika G

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Aug, 2020

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Heatwave

Anika G

Submitted to Contest #59

You step out of your house and lock the door behind you. Your friend Lisa’s house isn’t very far; you could do with a bit of exercise today. You’ve been holed up in inside for far too long. Steeling your nerves, you walk out from under the porch and into the open air. You squint, eyes already watering, partially blinded. The world in front of you seems to ripple, the only visible movement other than you. There aren’t any birds flying, likely for fear that the feathers will burn from their bodies. A heavy silence pools around you, muffling th...

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Hoax

Anika G

Submitted to Contest #58

Neri folded her hands demurely in her lap, carefully pretending interest in what the people around her were saying. She was currently in her “boyfriend’s” house, surrounded by his extensive extended family. Strangely enough, both his immediate and extended family all lived smooshed into the same building. Despite this…unusual setup, they seemed nice enough. It was almost too bad that every one of them would become her victims. When she had met Jack, she knew that there was something different about him; she felt an energy coming from him tha...

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Shattered Tradition

Anika G

Submitted to Contest #57

It is Shadow dragon tradition to choose a new monarch from the current ruler’s children based on the moon. The child that hatches on or nearest to the new moon is destined to become the new king or queen of their tribe. If an egg has twins within, or if multiple eggs hatch on the same night, then the siblings must compete in a series of trials to see which one the moon—and the Shadow dragon tribe—favors. The favored sibling is then prepared for crowning. Datura hatched when the moon seemed to have abandoned the sky, and as such, her mother r...

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Lies and Truth

Anika G

Submitted to Contest #56

Note: If you haven’t read ‘Night and Day Difference’ yet, please go do that first. :) -Morning Glory- “They did what?” Morning Glory’s father, King Sol, roared loud enough to make the Light dragon palace’s crystal walls tremble. The various courtiers and servants that had lingered in the Great Room to eavesdrop scurried out. Morning Glory knew Sol had heard her the first time, but she repeated herself anyway. “I said, the Peacekeepers wouldn’t agree to even one condition for our tribe to join their ranks.” It was true, in quite a ...

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Night and Day Difference

Anika G

Submitted to Contest #56

Note to all who read this: The names of the dragons in this story are only the approximate meanings of their true names in Draconic. The dragon language is much more varied and complicated than that of humans, and uses more sounds than the human tongue can create. I translated this story recently on one of my trips to Dranix.-Datura-Datura walked down the hall, her moon-white claws clicking and her inky tail softly scraping against the stone. The red-gold light of veins of lava within the bronzy stone was just brighter than she preferred. He...

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Double Life

Anika G

Submitted to Contest #55

Thud. White Echo, the superheroine of Arizona, landed on the ground hard. She stood up triumphantly, folding in her shining white bat wings with a snap. The police led away her (temporarily) beaten arch-nemesis. She had been fighting Stinger for two years now, and she had gotten him put in jail more times than she could count. He always managed to escape and wreak havoc far too soon, though. She knew that before long, he would escape again and she would have to start making excuses for frequent absences at school once more. “Thank you again ...

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Ace of Spades

Anika G

Submitted to Contest #54

I gazed over the landscape, my heart collapsing as the destruction all around me smothered it. Why was I the only survivor? The only spot of life amid this plain of smoke and ash and dying fires? I knew the answer to my question. I was a coward. It was as simple as that. I knelt to the ground and scooped a handful of pale gray ashes into my hand, the same ashes that blanketed the ground four inches deep. My knuckles scraped against rough earth beneath the dust. There was no sign that a flourishing city had been here, full of life and bu...

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