Eliza Entwistle

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jul, 2021

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“The Art of Disappearing” by Eliza Entwistle

It's the height of summer when I find out that she's back in town. A sticky heat has settled over the neighborhood, forcing us outdoors to the burning sidewalks and cheap-looking cafe awnings. I hear the news from an old friend, someone who we both used to talk to and I have fallen out of touch with. Another person would be offended if they weren't told first, but my sister and I aren't like that. It's become difficult to offend one another, even if we try.The call comes three days later. I'm happy to hear Stella's famil...

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“Call My Name” by Eliza Entwistle

Listen, can you hear the whispers? They are lost souls, seeking out those who are brave enough to answer. *** The little lake shone in the morning's light, reflective as if a looking glass. A wooden rowboat, once painted red but darkened and faded with age, bobbed atop the surface in the center, occupied by two middle-aged men with fishing rods. One leaned back in ...

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“Aveline” by Eliza Entwistle

How had you known I’d find it? It was only a piece of paper after all, wrinkled and frayed, tucked inside of that wooden box we used to send messages to each other in when we were younger and apart. Covered, hidden under a light layer of dirt, with just one corner peeking out from the ground. It could have been lost over the years, torn apart, or maybe it simply might have faded away, as old things tend to do. Yet here it was. And what were the chances that I would lift that leaf by our bench ...

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“What Could Have Been” by Eliza Entwistle

It was May when I first saw him, and pollen from the plant life traveled through the air. The ground was wet from having just rained, butthe sun was now shining highas if it werea beacon.He was walking down the street, a simple street which could be called boring, but helititupwith his presence.There was no way to describe him except that his eyes were swirls of gold, like maybea million starshad fallen from the night sky andall came ...

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“The Mind Game” by Eliza Entwistle

TW: mind control, mental manipulation In the beginning, you don't even know your name.   Time passes, or seems to, but you can't mark any of it. You know you exist, but can't feel anything. You are always dizzy, dizzy, dizzy, and just want to rest. You can't remember anything, not who you are, or where you are, and the only constant is a dream you experience. You aren't sure it's a dream, because it's just like everything else, but it feels like it.   In the dream, there's a door. It&rsquo...

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"Don't forget - no one else sees the world the way you do, so no one else can tell the stories you have to tell." -Charles de Lint