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Cassia Savage

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Feb, 2021

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A Ghost of a Flame

Submitted to Contest #94

trigger warning - dead people?? “I’m home.” My voice echoes through our apartment, shivering through the ventilation and hitting walls, not made of stone, not of brick, not of wood. But of silence. Here’s what I expect: a fireplace, big, flaming, warm, in front a carpet on which tea sits, in the mug my mother got when I was little - it says How Long Until School Starts? and it has my preschool’s logo on the other side. The tea is for me, of course. Hot chocolate is too sugary for a week day, my mother says when I ask, and coffee - I’m too...

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Star Tiger

Submitted to Contest #92

this is the prequel to From the Island in the Sea to the Stars in the Sky. Read that first probably :) The water glistened with the light of a sun. It was anything but used to the feeling of warming waters and reached towards the beauty of the star until it crashed down onto the shores of Hidden’s sands once again. The fish were drawn towards the surface, like the sun was a magnet, pulling them near so they wouldn’t ever escape. Even though it had been millennia since the sun first rose, for the first time in a long time, it was still ...

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I Wish You Got Your Way

Submitted to Contest #89

I step forward, my heart racing. I’ve had to do this before - not too long ago, actually. But even if I did it a million times, it would still hurt. It would hurt a million times more than the last time. This is something I hate doing. But everyone has to do it. I wish I was an exception, but what makes me any more important? Living without loss can’t really be living, can it? Anyway, there’s no point in wishing. Wishing is something you do when you have no hope. If you have no hope,  you have no hope. Wishing is an excuse. I feel te...

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Hidden Key

N O T I C E: There's violence at the beginning of this so it might be upsetting to some readers. ☆ Ah! I bite my tongue, praying that I won’t cry out at the pain of Amory’s long nails ripping across the skin of my cheek. I’m used to it, used to everything he’s done to me. He has hit me, screamed at me, he has worked me so damn hard - by the time I was six I had lost so much weight that his blows would knock me across the room. I can feel myself trembling, but stand up and dust myself off, staring at him. I would have said he was not ba...

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Queen

Submitted to Contest #83

 “Thanks, Rose,” the words shiver down my tongue, like they never expected to come out.   My sister smiles at me. “Don’t thank me. It was nothing.”   You don’t know what you mean to me. You’ve taken care of me since you were old enough to walk, and you’re still taking care of me now.   “I’m going to miss my car,” I tell her. “And you...”   She laughs as I run out the door, waving. “Bye, queen!”   I don’t look back. I need this break. It will not start and end with me not being able to le...

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From the Island in the Sea to the Stars in the Sky

Submitted to Contest #83

The sky was dark with only stars to shine light on the island and the sea, and there was no sign of the dawn, for it had been weeks and still no sun appeared. The island - and the people called it Hidden; it was not more than a myth in their eyes - had solely a tower made of stone on it. The myth was that there was a princess in the tower, made of gold and light, and only a prince could save her. Over the many years of generations dating to the beginning of the myth, princes from kingdoms everywhere had attempted to save who they thought was...

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Silence

Submitted to Contest #82

Leo. Leo. Can you hear me? The words printing on my computer echo around my bedroom, but no one comes to check on me. I must be imagining it, but it’s so loud that I can’t be - on the other hand, no one is coming so I have to be. It’s some kind of glitch,  I reassure myself. A mere coincidence that Leo is my name. I’m tempted to slam my laptop shut and ignore the words. But I don’t. I won’t ignore something like that. I never ignore anything strange. Besides, I could probably fix the problem or report it. The message pauses for a moment...

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Bot

Submitted to Contest #82

“What’s her name, Jenny?” That’s the first thing I hear when I get out of the box. I open my eyes. Blink. I’m lying on a wooden floor. There’s a box to the right of me and in front of me, blocking all vision of the room, is a woman and a child. The woman has dark brown hair that’s braided down her back. The tips are dyed purple, the same color as her eyes. The child looks about four, with the same dark hair but hers is wavy. Of course, I wouldn’t know if the woman’s was wavy too unless she undid her braid.    “Not she,” says t...

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Sixteen

Submitted to Contest #81

April 2009 (flashback)"Eri." my mother's voice, both a memory and a wish. I miss her."Mommy?" I was five when she 'went away' then, 'died' now."Erica, promise me you'll find a good man," she had said. A good man... what if I didn't want a good man?"I promise." there was no other choice but to promise. She was sick and dying. The least I could do was promise something as simple as finding a good man.And I did find a good boy, though I can’t say I kept him.April 8, 2020It has been eleven years since my mother died. My sixteenth birthday. Somet...

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A Friendship Rebound by Letters

Submitted to Contest #81

Note: the storyline is nonfiction. The ending, where Ver and Cassia remain friends - and Ver’s explanation, is not completely true, but it is in progress (I’m not sure if Ver’s excuse is true, I honestly have no idea). They did not write letters to each other in real life, and the names are fiction. As you may have guessed, Cassia is me and if you read my bio, Ver is my chess and writing friend. Ver,    Whenever you smiled at me it made me love you more. But now, when you smile at me it feels like a smirk. And it makes m...

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Ella

Submitted to Contest #81

Prologue (Lela) There was a girl I met when I was only twelve who I fell in love with. I would never be able to forget her because she was the one who changed my life. I never knew I’d meet her again; she lived across the country from me, in New Jersey. I lived in California, in LA. And we met in Chicago, IL at a summer camp.    Her name was Ella.     She was the one who stole my heart and then broke it.    Ella had blonde hair that rolled like waves to halfway down her back. She had blue e...

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Glitch

Submitted to Contest #80

CORA level 48 element: fire yesterday The rain poured down onto the street, as if the earth was feeling what I was feeling. I bit my lip and threw my head back to stare at the blinding white clouds. The rain could disguise my tears. No one wanted to see me cry; it would stain my cheeks and make my eyes red and terrible. I wasn’t wearing a jacket or even a sweater, but I didn’t care. It’s not like the clothes I was wearing - a too-big extra uniform from the lost and found - meant anything to me, anyway. My hair was pressed flat; black...

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