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BRoOkE HAs A COwBoY HAt

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The Classic Love Story

Author's Note: I am aware that this story does not completely go with the prompt, but I was pretty proud to write a romance like this and wanted to submit it. Hope you enjoy it! Iris’s stray hairs are pushed away from her face by the biting wind. Flying down the slope, the feeling of being free floods through her. This sensation blurs the rest of the world, and Iris suddenly collides with something–or someone. A girl with shockingly black hair and olive skin tumbles down the slope with rainbow-haired Iris. They land at the bottom, one la...

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Signing Off

People are rushing in every direction. Karens bump into me, followed by snotty kids. I'm continually glared at before they shuffle off somewhere else.Terminal 31, 30, 29... Crap, I need to get to 41. I whip around, sprinting towards the way I came from. I trip over multiple suitcases, not to mention people, but manage to keep myself upright.35, 36, 37... Almost there! I only have a minute before they close the gate! I need to go faster.Time stops. Everything slows down.Someone screams a blood-curdling, make-you-want-to-cover-your-ears scream...

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P.T.S.

Submitted to Contest #101

Slowly, I pulled into the driveway of the house labeled 2269 in silver letters. The sound of waves crashing on the shore reached me the moment I was out of the car. A salty breeze blew my red and yellow cape every which way. I gathered all of my courage, then strutted up to the front door. With one last deep breath, I knocked three times.A young woman opened the door. Her piercing blue eyes widened as they scanned my outfit.“Uh, hi. Is there something I can help you with?”“Are you Avenlee Hursch?” There was no time to waste.“Yes. Who are-” B...

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Consequences

Submitted to Contest #98

Author's Note: This is the beginning of a maybe-novel that I am writing. If it does not turn into a novel, it will at least be a very long story, and I may share the rest of it if I ever finish. Be completely honest about what you think of it! :D Also, this is just my rough draft. 0% revised/edited.Fight“Get off of me, freak!” Desdemona screeched.“You get off of me first, dummy!” Keres screamed back.The two threw punches. Des hit Keres right in the nose, and it began to bleed. Keres narrowed his eyes at his twin before bringing his leg up an...

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The House That Built Me

Author's Note: This story is based on the song The House That Built Me by Miranda Lambert. The credit of the entire storyline (minus the ending) and some of the sentences goes to Miranda Lambert. :D Make sure to check the song out! And I do know that this story doesn't go with the prompt.My hands shook as I stepped off of the bus. I nodded to the driver, and he waved before flying down the road. A cloud of dust blew up from the tires. I swatted it away from me, remembering my twelve-year-old self doing the same thing when I watched Daddy dri...

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She Saved Him

Author’s Note: There are some mannerisms in here that I don’t use, and I just kinda threw them together. What I’m trying to say is that the things the characters do aren’t from a specific culture that I chose, I just put different actions in here. So, yeah. Also, I came up with the money names. I hope you enjoy it! :D “Poppa! I’m heading out to the market to meet a friend. I’ll be back soon,” I called. “Okay!” Poppa shouted back. I slung my backpack over my shoulder. I strolled out of Poppa and I’s little home and headed out on the journ...

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Betrayed

Submitted to Contest #79

Author’s Note: This story is good as a stand-alone, but if you want to know more about the backstory, go read “One Thing Leads To Another”. Also, there isn’t good grammar here because it’s all diary entries. Thanks! :D January 27 Today I went to Charity’s Coffee with Bua, my best friend. We were talking like we normally would when she brought up Sinsi, my brother. It is relevant for you to know that the rest of my family has either passed away or separated themselves from me. Sinsi is my last family member. Bua told me that Sinsi said that...

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Best Friends

I sprawled out on the couch, playing with a ball of swirling water on my fingertips. Quickly, I made the small water ball into a fairly large one, and my spirit otter floated up to it, then twisted around in it. I laughed. My best friend, Meg was currently shape-shifted into a tiger, play-wrestling with her spirit tiger. I laughed at both Dej (my otter) and Meg with Vanotyisa (her tiger, also called Vano or Tyisa).  “Megan! Will you and Tyisa please take a break? I’ll let Dej out of the water and they can play while the two of us talk....

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The Saginaw Elves 3

Things had finally settled down. There were still awful things happening, but nothing that was completely out of hand. Maiela was able to talk things through with her family, and all was well. She and Ninder had been working together, becoming closer. It almost seemed as if they would be back to the way they were before. Almost. But they were still friends, and their families got together every once in a while. This story tells of one of those joyous times.  ---  “Mother! Come on! I haven’t gone sledding since I was l...

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Will It Stay Together?

Author's Note: I wrote this story with the help of my friend, Celeste. Check her out and her part of this story! (This is Baneenkani's (Kani's) point of view.) Brown cardboard boxes were stacked high everywhere in the living room. Well, what would be the living room. For now, it was just another empty space in the small apartment. The only thing that was in it, other than the boxes, was Garnet (my boyfriend) and myself.  “It’ll be different, that’s for sure. But I think we can turn it into a home. Together,” I fantasized. Garnet grinn...

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Two Views, One House

Author’s Note: I wrote this story with the fantastic help of my Reedsy friend, Maya Emerson. She will be submitting the same story, in her own style and in Cynthia’s point of view. Please go read it, follow her, up-vote her, and like her stories. She deserves it. Also, there will be three headlines in one part of this story, and I found those on the CNN website. I didn’t make them up. Plus, this is my first story of 2021! Yay! Enjoy! :D“Wooh! Happy new year to us!” Cynthia hollered. I laughed and clinked our beer glasses together before taki...

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Top Ten

Submitted to Contest #74

My Top Ten Reedsy BFF’sDisclaimer: I want all of you to go check out these people and follow them and give support and read their stories because they’re all WONDERIFIC and so deserve it. Also, almost everything that I wrote goes for each and every one of these people, so if you’re one of the top ten and there’s something you wanted me to say that I said for someone else, let me know or please remember that everything goes for everyone. If that makes any sense at all...1.) Megan SutherlandMeg is one of the best people that I don’t know. She ...

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Dancing And Going Home

Author’s Note: At one point in the story, a PK turn and coffee grinder are mentioned. A PK turn is just a form of spin in ballet dance, and a coffee grinder is a… dance move in jazz dance. I have no idea how to explain that one so you can understand. And I did the math on when a month and seventeen days would be. And the translation for when Klar speaks is “Zombies; bad guys. Really mean. Hurt me.” And, also, I don't think this is very good and rushed so critique as hard as you can. Thanks! Anyway, I hope you enjoy it! October 15, 2021 ...

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Two Bakeries, Two New Romances

Submitted to Contest #72

Kovaa I tapped my foot impatiently as I stood in line to sign up for the baking contest that would be held during Wewoka’s Annual Holiday Festival. It was the first year that they added it to the festival, and I was jumping at the opportunity to show other people my skills. Also, not only would the five-thousand dollar grand prize help my bakery, but if more people tasted my pastries, they would come to my bakery more, too. “Next!” I walked up to the table where two elderly women sat on the other side, papers sitting in front of them. Th...

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"Baking"

Author's Note: At the end of this story, I will be putting "The end." a lot of times because I don't have enough words. Just so that everyone knows. Thanks and enjoy! Victoria handed her customer a box full of donuts with a smile and “Have a great day.” The lady walked away with her lavendar box labeled “Victoria’s Heart of Baking” in calligraphy. “Mom! I won! I won! I won! I won the contest! I won it all! First place!” A young woman came running into the store, a smile wider than any other person had seen. She was waving a packet of paper...

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