Ella Salem

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Mar, 2021

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8 Stories

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“Changing a Friendship” by Ella Salem

Submitted to Contest #94

*This story was written with the help of my little sister, she is a very talented young lady and was excited to submit her first story! Sarah looked at me and said “Brooke it’s your turn, truth or dare!” I feel my mouth go dry and I shift in my seat. I was hoping Sarah wouldn’t pick me this time. “I..um…I pick d-d-dare” I feel my face go red, I always stutter when I’m nervous. Why would I say that? Why would I pick dare? Sarah is my best friend and she knows too much about me. She knows exactly what to dare me to do. Sarah smiled and ...

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“The Elbow Tree” by Ella Salem

Submitted to Contest #90

Betsy I love my husband, more than I could probably ever put into words. I think that’s why it was so hard for me to tell him the news. When I told him, I could see the devastation in his eyes as his worst fears were confirmed. But his eyes were the only part of his face that showed me how he was feeling. The rest of his face remained stoic and brave. “I’m here for you Bets, whatever you need” was all he said. I hugged him tightly. In this moment I could tell he needed it more than me. Breast cancer was what I had always feared. It had taken...

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“Escape reality, embrace the fallacy” by Ella Salem

Submitted to Contest #88

Naturally I’m a cynic. The world is a dark, cruel place and anyone who hasn’t realized that has their head in the sand. I’ve gotten through my miserable life by writing stories of fairy tales. I write these stories to escape the truth of what life really is. It is how I’ve made my living, and I’ve been told that my stories are a true inspiration for so many. It’s made them believe in the power of friendship and the validity of true love. But they don’t realize that it’s all a lie. It’s nothing but a fable, a way to enter a different world to...

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“Can't Fool Me Twice” by Ella Salem

Submitted to Contest #87

It’s the most horrible day of the year. April Fools’ Day. I have hated this day since I was young. I grew up with two older brothers who schemed to constantly make me miserable. The first day of the month of April was their free-for-all. It was a day where they could do the absolute most to drive me nuts and mom and dad would do basically nothing to scold them because it was “all in good fun.” For who? I ask. Not for me. It’s clear who the least favorite child was here. Always in last place after those couple of juvenile delinquents. As I g...

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“Find Where You Bloom” by Ella Salem

Submitted to Contest #86

My name is Mina. I’m 17 and I’m kind of boring. All I do with my life is sit at home, go to school and my job. My family is Italian. They are loud and take up a lot of space. It doesn’t leave much room for me, but I don’t mind. I prefer to observe the world around me and take it all in, rather than contribute and disturb it. I think that’s why I enjoy my job so much. That’s the secret with flowers, you have to let them be, and only contribute when they need it.  I work at a small flower shop in town called “Let it Bloom”. It’s owned by ...

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“Finding My Place” by Ella Salem

Submitted to Contest #85

That’s the thing about this city, you feel alone but you are always surrounded by people all at the same time. That probably sounds cliché, that’s what everyone says after they move here right? It’s so lonely but you are never alone. But it’s true. I moved to New York City at 18 as a rebellion against my parents. They told me I couldn’t move that far away from home at such a young age, and I disagreed. I had been cooped up in that house my entire life, I needed an adventure, so I moved here with my best friend Clara. Clara was always full ...

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“Choice” by Ella Salem

Submitted to Contest #84

I woke up and stretched. Looking around the room, my younger brother Greg was still sleeping. He never wanted to get up early on Sundays. “What’s the point” he would say “every day is the same anyways. Getting up earlier won’t change that.” I was starting to worry that he was becoming depressed. He was 14 and always miserable. He complained that everything was plain and awful. He wanted to do things other than work and meet people who were beyond our community. I wasn’t sure why, mom and dad always said we were safe here and we would never ...

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“Clarity” by Ella Salem

Submitted to Contest #83

Darlene let out a deep sigh as she ran her fingers across the top of the water. She was standing in the sea, up to her waist in the water, letting the moment surround her. It was late at night and finally, she was alone. The entire week she had been surrounded by accounting professionals. People that always wanted to talk numbers and never seemed to truly experience life. She had to brace herself for the last day of the conference in the morning. She had committed to an 8am session. The topic was the latest accounting software and she was ob...

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Author bio

Just beginning my short story journey - a new path for me that I've decided to take to learn more about the world of editing and writing!