Cannelle L

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jun, 2021

Stories (10)

10 Stories

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“Graces Under Pressure” by Cannelle L

Settling down with my backpack still clinging to my shoulders, I press the tiny bud firmly in my right ear and hit play on the well-used MP3 player. GRACE UNDER PRESSURE runs across the screen, the white light painfully bright against the thick morning air. I breathe, shoulders almost relaxing until realization dawns on me: The grass is damp. The wetness of last night’s dew seep...

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“Strings” by Cannelle L

Aranya is lying on the grass, alone and tired from running. She looks different, bleached hair spreading like a shield. I almost can't recognize her with her eyes closed, forest green orbs hidden behind soft lashes. Then you find her. She tells you to go away, but you don't. Putting your guitar down first, you lie beside her and tell her that she is crying like it is the simple...

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“Brave Wild Berries” by Cannelle L

I filled the plastic buckets up with Kit Kats, Snickers, and M&M'S, inwardly scolding myself for my unoriginal choices. I should've gotten some jelly beans to brighten up my pile. Some Jolly Ranchers maybe? Shaking my head, I tossed the last packet I'd picked from the store (A gleaming silver bag of HERSHEY'S Kisses with the words "MILK CHOCOLATE" written underneath in capital letters) along with the other candies, r...

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“Stars” by Cannelle L

The silver Toyota Yaris shook a little more violently with each passing street light. Jayla's heart sped up as she tried to assume the best, hoping against hope that she was simply imagining things. But she knew the shake, and she wasn't ready for it. The bright city lights swallowed the stars, leaving only a few golden orbs blinking at the quaking car on the road. If stars showed signs of luck, then Jayla didn't know wh...

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“That's My Brother” by Cannelle L

It was eleven on a Tuesday night. The outside air was warm and still, a complete contrast to the tempest raging inside Remi's head. The lamps in his bedroom glowed a solemn shade of yellow, trying to console the boy who was sleepless for an entirely different reason than most nights. Sheet music scattered all over the floor, hopeless and abandoned. Had it been any other night, the old guitar wouldn't merely stand against...

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“Naya” by Cannelle L

Trigger warning: mentions death***FRIDAY, 10 Feb 2021“Shame is a wasted emotion.” Kurt Hummel, The Quarterback (Season 5, Episode 3)I feel like I need to start off with that. I rewatched The Quarterback today. I didn’t cry this time, and I think I finally found closure. Sure, I still miss Cory and Naya. But watching the episode now (almost 8 years after Cory’s death, and almost a year after Naya’s) is simply comforting. Naya's alway...

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“Extra Leeks For Good Luck” by Cannelle L

I flip through the cookbook, a palette of colors flashing uncoordinatedly before my eyes. It reminds me of our clumsy relationship. With you, things are far from simple, good one moment and downhill the next, especially when it comes to food. I put the hardcover on the counter. (When did everything get so heavy?) The pages mock me as I flip past them. Tortilla muffins and sardine pasta smirk. Pancakes laugh at the loser who can’t cook to save her life. It was not always this way. I used to be ...

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“Sweet William ” by Cannelle L

My heart raced as the cool breeze swept through my hair. The season was changing—summer heat subsiding, slipping into autumn chills. It was the best time for sweet Williams to thrive. Just the thought of their stems reaching and stretching to the sky made me giddy as I ran to your house. I was glad to have the sweet Williams to look forward to. At least, they were much more promising than our ini...

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“Black-Eyed Susan” by Cannelle L

There was a black-eyed Susan.Always a black-eyed Susan. I never liked black-eyed Susans, their yellow petals too flashy and flamboyant, their dirt-brown center too dark and dreary to be any Susan’s eye color, yet lately, they seemed to be the only flowers I long for.Out of all the flowers that bloom in summer, she's my favorite. I shot up before the sun even dared rise. One foot stumbling after the other, I staggered out of bed. It was ...

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“Forgotten Song” by Cannelle L

They say 1 in 7 kids between the ages of 10 and 18 will run away at some point. I wondered if someone would appear out of the corner of the gloomy streets, yanking me backward, scolding me for daring to climb on the bus. I felt a sharp pang as I realized that, with Bangkok's fast pace, no one would ever slow down, let alone look for me—not even when I needed them to. I thought of a place to go, knowin...

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Author bio

(I might take a break when school starts in August, but we'll see.) 🦋An art student who’s just very big on happy endings🌹 🌈She/they Grew up in Thailand, surrounded by a lot of Disney and Barbie and Taylor Swift (and Glee, but don't tell anyone) Ahh, so that's why I'm such a dreamer. Feedback is greatly appreciated :) Thanks, guys! 🌻