E S

Author on Reedsy Prompts since May, 2020

Stories (9)

9 Stories

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“Open the Void ” by E S

I slip into the classroom, unbeknownst by the other students in my class, Magic 101. Everyone inside wears a plain gray bodysuit that hides the identities of all students. My teacher is the only one who shows her face. She’s a beautiful human-sized fairy with fiery hair and lace wings that flutter as she enters. “We will begin with the art of healing. Anyone want to give it a try?” my teacher, GingerBell, says ...

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“A Trash-Changing Fate” by E S

My boss crosses his arms and narrows his eyes. “Liberty Johnson, late again I see. That’s the last straw.” “I need this job!” I say, “please, one more chance. I’ll never be late again. I promise.” “Fine, don’t blow it. This is your last shot.” He glares at me and walks to the back room. “Teenagers,” he mumbles under his breath. He doesn’t understand my busy schedule. Ever since my dad lost his job a...

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“Opposite” by E S

The mysterious letter, the name scrawled in the return address, they cause your hands to shake. You snatch the envelope from the mailbox and trudge back into the single-story house. Grandma hasn’t contacted you since she moved and gave you the house nearly a year ago. Ripping open the envelope, you toss it on the kitchen table and examine the note. Scrolled across the page in letters of varying sizes, run lines...

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“Writing the Future” by E S

The blank page, the shaking pen in my hand, the audience, they all steal my courage. I tap my foot twice, next, my pen on the desk. Tap, tap. Tap, tap. The slow beat continues until it morphs into a tune I quietly hum. “Hurry it up, Hannah!” My kidnapper snarls the last word, his nose scrunching up like that of an angry dog. Tap, tap. Tap, tap. My life wasn’t always like this—strapped down to a chair, w...

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“Blue and Green” by E S

I choke back tears as I watch the downpour hammer against the hospital window. A cyclone of burning rage spirals through me, my thoughts ravaging my brain. I want to forget the tragedy, but the horrible memory will never stop haunting me. The scene plays out in my head over and over again—the flames, the charred figure, the smoke filling my lungs. How can anything be the same? I’ve lost so much in such little t...

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“Innocent?” by E S

Jared hangs his head. “I’m the culprit.” I twitch uncomfortably, the horrifying realization ripping everything away. Life drains from my features as I collapse onto the dorm room cushions. I can’t do this. I can’t be his fallback every time something goes wrong. Bubbles of terror pop and twist like my insides are stirring in a boiling pot. He’s had a knack for getting in trouble, but never like this. Tight nauseating tendrils coil around my stomach, clenching my middle like a vise. “Anya, please, listen...

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“Frequency” by E S

A life shattering ice storm rocked the city of Chicago. It was January 8, 2019. I remember that day better than any—the day my mom died, the day my life changed forever. I curl up on the leather cushions, adjusting my hot pink headphones. The sweet nostalgic beats carry me away to a safe place, a place where no problems exist. I rock back and forth, struggling to forget that day, trying not to relive the anguish. I ease my eyes shut, holding back the tears ready to drench my cheeks. Waves of color bounce up and dow...

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“Slitherinx” by E S

Morris stumbled up the steep icy hill mumbling about stupid dares. Torrents of snow rained from the sky, coating the underdressed boy in frosty white flakes. His bare arms wrapped around his shivering body as he progressed to the top of the hill. His thin tank top, basketball shorts, and sneakers were no match for the freezing elements. He chanced one last glance at his friends waiting at the bottom of the slope. Their smug faces told him they hadn’t changed their minds. Morris let out a long sigh, watching the puffs of brea...

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“The Time Frenzy” by E S

Tiny yellow spheres pepper the moonlit sky. The illuminating orbs look more like planets than stars. I am grateful for the increase in light even if it is so minuscule. The foreign shadowy terrain sends chills snaking down my spine and a wave of panic pulsating through my body. What do I do now? Am I stuck in some mystical world or alternate universe or a dream? How did I end up here? A few minutes ago I was doing laundry at my house. An odd sound emanated from the washer and said, “Beware Timefin.” The next moment I’m here. Questions je...

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Author bio

Writing is by far my biggest passion. I love the art of painting words and creating unique worlds. Most of all, I love bringing imaginary characters to life. If you read my submissions, I would LOVE constructive criticism. I want to grow as much as I can as a writer.