Britt Michielsen

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Apr, 2020

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16 Stories

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“Broken Crayons Still Colour” by Britt Michielsen

Submitted to Contest #101

Rain clashes against the window as lightning flashes through the room. I look into the bathroom mirror and I’m greeted with the reflection of a broken, exhausted girl. I slowly lift up my t-shirt, revealing my bare stomach, scar included. My fingers carefully trace the outline of my scar located on my left hip. A triangle surrounding the number ‘8’. This will always be imprinted in my skin. This will never disappear. It ...

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“Glimmer of Light” by Britt Michielsen

Submitted to Contest #99

My eyes open slowly. I wince in pain as my head hits the headrest of the passenger seat of a familiar car. It’s pounding so loud I can’t even hear myself think. But I have to. I have to focus. I have to get us out of here. I look to the left and immediately panic. “Neal? Neal, wake up!” I yell as I prompt myself up against the car seat so that I land onto my knees. My hands are tied together with d...

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“Can you just hold me?” by Britt Michielsen

Submitted to Contest #97

TW: sexual assault, self harm I look out of the window at the dark night sky. I wasn’t planning on coming here. It’s Friday night. I’m usually out and about, but something just didn’t feel right today. I walked out of school looking for a place to be alone, searching for some peace and quiet. How I ended up here, I actually don’t really remember anymore. I haven’t been here in a while, and yet it still feels so familiar and safe.   “Everything alright?” I suddenl...

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“Truth or Dare” by Britt Michielsen

Submitted to Contest #94

“Come on, Lilac. You have to let loose a little bit,” Emmelyn, one of my best friends tells me. “You know this isn’t my scene,” I say as I look around the room. Loud music, people dancing, flashing lights and red plastic cups filled with alcohol everywhere. “Emmelyn is right. You never leave your dorm room. Always studying, reading or writing. You urgently need to get your nose out of those books,” Asia,...

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“I need you, I want you, I love you” by Britt Michielsen

Submitted to Contest #81

“I really thought our date was going to be a bit more fancy”, I say with a smirk on my face, looking at the ground. There’s a red and white blanket covering the grass, two plates and a big pizza on top of it. “Oh, don’t act like you don’t love it because I know for a fact that you do,” he says back to me and I roll my eyes. I’m a pretty simple girl, so I actually like this way better than going out to dinner in a ...

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“Goodbye Mum” by Britt Michielsen

Submitted to Contest #79

“There was a letter for you in the mail today,” I hear Miss Lindsay, my former English teacher and now my current legal guardian, say as I enter the house, coming back from school. “It’s on your desk upstairs in your room.” “Okay!” I scream at her as I sprint up the stairs, all the way over to my bedroom. I walk through the door and see a white envelope laying on top of a pile of books on my desk. I pick it up and...

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“Cutting Loose” by Britt Michielsen

Submitted to Contest #79

I peek around the corner of the living room. I’ve been sitting on the staircase for long enough now. It’s time to put a stop to this. All of this.“Shut up! Both of you!” I scream as I fully enter the living room. Both my mum and dad turn their heads around, looking right into my eyes. I can see a big bruise across mum’s cheek. I sigh and take a step backwards.“This right here, it has to stop. You guys have been screaming at each other for hours now.”“That’s because your mother never listens to me,” I hear m...

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“Snowflake” by Britt Michielsen

Submitted to Contest #77

“Just a little bit further,” I hear my boyfriend whisper into my ear, his hands covering my eyes so I wouldn’t yet see where we are. We take a few steps forward before he removes his hands from my face. I open my eyes and take in the amazing view. “The beach?” I ask, totally shocked at the location he picked out for my birthday picnic. “Don’t you like it?” “I… I love it. How did you know I love the b...

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“Blossem Tree” by Britt Michielsen

Submitted to Contest #54

“Lena?”, I suddenly hear a faint whisper. I try to cut back my sobs as confusion creeps onto my face. It takes me a second to realize that someone’s actually talking to me. I quickly take the railing of the bridge I’ve been standing on since 7 a.m. this morning. I don’t know what time it is now and I don’t care. This has lasted more than long enough.

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“A Magnificent Transformation” by Britt Michielsen

Submitted to Contest #44

“I’m a mermaid”, I say, looking him in the eyes. “A mermaid? As in a mythological creature? As in a girl with a fishtail? As in something that’s not real and doesn’t exist?”, he fires at me. “Yes”, I say back to him. Silence takes over. I look at his face, trying to figure out what he’s thinking right now. “You? A mermaid?”, he says before he bursts out laughing. “That’s a good one. I almost believed you there.” “But Chad, it’s true. I really am a mermaid”, I say, kind of frustrated as I take off my bracelet and wait for a few seconds. Su...

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“The Only One” by Britt Michielsen

Submitted to Contest #42

Can you imagine your life falling apart in the blink of an eye? Waking up fine, but going back to sleep the same day and your whole entire life is shattered to pieces? Have you ever blamed yourself for something that happened that wasn't directly your fault, but you could have prevented it? Have you ever been happy and sad at the same time? Sounds weird right? But try to imagine it. Don't worry if you can't. I'll explain it.July second, you woke up and looked out of the window of the beautiful beach house your mother ren...

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“Soulmates” by Britt Michielsen

Submitted to Contest #40

"Watch where you're going!", I angrily blurt out as I look at all my papers scattered on the floor. " "Oh, I'm so sorry", the girl that just bumped into me says, almost with tears in her eyes. I sigh as I kneel down to collect my papers. I was expecting her to help me but to my surprise, she only backs away from me. Wow, way to go Talia. You just scared someone you just met.   "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snap at you", I tell her, making the anger in my eyes slowly disappear. "It's okay", she answers but I just feel t...

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“Escaping” by Britt Michielsen

Submitted to Contest #39

You look up at the stars, thinking about what you walked away from, what you ran away from, what you desperately needed to get away from.What would you have done otherwise? It’s not like you had a choice. You didn’t want to do it anymore. You just couldn’t. People using you and exploiting you, you just had enough. You needed to get out, even if that meant risking your own life in the process. But if you didn’t escape, they would have killed you anyway. Think about it, this was the only way to safe your life.

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“Quarantine secret” by Britt Michielsen

Submitted to Contest #38

It's been going on since 5 a.m. this morning. He has been screaming swear words at her, and she has been crying out to stop. This happens practically every day now. Screaming, crying, screeching, thumping against the wall, and sometimes I even hear glass breaking. I can't believe she keeps doing it. I can't believe she stays with that asshole.'She', of course, has a name. Jaycee. She is the most beautiful girl I have ever seen in my life. She moved into the apartment next to mine a ...

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“Alice” by Britt Michielsen

Submitted to Contest #37

‘The first time I saw him was yesterday. It’s like he appeared out of nowhere. He was pacing back and forth in front of our house nervously. He looked up at the window of my room quite a few times but his eyes never really met mine. It felt like he wanted to tell me something, but before I could reach out, he disappeared. He was gone in an eyeblink’, I write down in my notebook right before the bell rings, indicating my English class is over. I put my pen down and quickly close my notebook before wrapping up my stuff and making my way out...

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Author bio

I'm Britt and I just love to write. It's my way of dealing with emotions and situations I can't quit process. I love how you can write and escape into your own story, getting away from the real world for a bit. Finding my passion for writing is the best thing that has ever happened to me so, I don't think I'll ever stop.