Eliysheba Yisrael

“my mentor” by Eliysheba Yisrael

Submitted to Contest #222

I hate my mentor. It is hard being a young woman working in an intense study field of wizards and witches. Especially since I am a young black witch, black witches aren't a common thing in Norse-Ville. Usually we become healers or fortune tellers, never witches. “it is a foolish dream to have Naomi.” my mother would always tell me but I Ignored her little words that would pierce my skin sometimes. I wouldn’t become a fortune teller like her, I mean how stereotypical would that be? But still…it took a lot to finally get into a good colle...

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“Ebony in wonderland” by Eliysheba Yisrael

If this crazy thunderstorm hadn’t hit me I would be home in my soft, comfy bed watching power puff girls, Instead I am stuck under an old wobbly bridge that might fall on me any second. I have no cell service so I can't call any of my parents. All I can do right now is wait until the storm pass’s which could be a while, and it will be dark soon. I wasn't in the luckiest position. after a few minutes of waiting and shivering to death, I noticed a cat run past me. But it wasn't a normal cat, it was small, fluffy and had golden fur, it als...

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“the met gala” by Eliysheba Yisrael

TW:slavery, sexual violence.August 2 1825.It was a normal summer day in Paris, as a young white woman walked through the streets of Sartrouville. She wore a cloak that covered her body, she passed by multiple people without being noticed. She walked across a bridge to a small house with smoke coming out of the chimney. She knocked twice on the door. “Come in.” said a quiet female voice. The young woman stepped inside the small house, there stood an old black woman in a dirty dress with a red shawl over her, beside her stood a young light bro...

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“dead winter” by Eliysheba Yisrael

Submitted to Contest #215

*warning!* God seems to have stopped looking out for me. When bad happens to me it doesn't stop. on my seventeenth birthday my life changed forever. My mother killed herself over my grandfather’s death, he was always there for her, even when she was raped and had me. Even when her own mother tried to kick her out because of me. He was always there for her, and helped her buy a home to raise her daughter, me jade. It was always me, mom, and papa. We were the nice family, the sweet family in our neighborhood. But now there was just me. Being t...

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“saccharine.” by Eliysheba Yisrael

Submitted to Contest #214

My twin and I are all packed up for our trip to London, England. We've been planning this trip for what seem like forever! and now...it was finally happening. this will finally be a chance for our family to be together in one place. "Paris did you pack extra panties?" my twin sister London shouted. "yeah!" I said from across the hall of our house. I always pack extras of everything. My family even nicknamed me mom 2.o. because I was so careful about anything. My mom suddenly burst into my room. "sweet bean, I need to talk to you and your sis...

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