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Ella Storey

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Mar, 2025

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See You Soon

Ella Storey

Submitted to Contest #294

Claire,You didn’t think you could just leave, did you?I’ve always known where you were. That little bus station in the city? That motel with the flickering sign on the side of the motorway? I was watching you even then. How you clutch your bag when you sleep. How you leave the TV on static to drown out the sound of your thoughts.You’re clever. Slippery. But not clever enough.I have to admit, you know how to cover your tracks. But you should know that you can’t shake off your own tail.You're not running away from me. You're running toward me....

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Cindy Colburn

Ella Storey

I hated getting the late train. It wasn’t even that late—just past seven—but the station always felt slightly off in the evenings. Too quiet. Too empty. The kind of silence that makes you hyper-aware of every sound: the hum of the overhead lights, the faint scrape of shoes against concrete, the rustling of the wind in the hedges beyond the tracks.I stood near the platform's edge, shifting my weight from foot to foot. My school blazer wasn’t doing much against the cold, and the mist curling across the platform made it feel even colder. M...

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The Final Departure

Ella Storey

The chill bit into my skin as I pressed my forehead against the cold glass of the train window, watching my breath fog the pane, turning the dark fields beyond into ghostly shadows. Grey trees, drooping hedges, and skeletal farmhouses blurred past as the train rattled with a metallic shriek. All of it rushed by, faster and faster, as if the train itself was trying to outrun the memories of the war-torn city. Not for the first time, my hand found its way to the flimsy scrap of paper hanging from my neck. Abigail Gray. Age 9. London. That was ...

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I met death last night

Ella Storey

Submitted to Contest #293

I met death last night.Being alone in one of London’s many streets, I was already cold, but his presence behind me was more than that.It was ice—sharp, hard ice that seared through my flesh, travelled through my blood, urging goosebumps to shoot out of my skin.When I turned down the lonely alley, I regretted it instantly. It was said that he lingered in dark streets, waiting for a desperate soul to pass him by.But still, I had decided to keep going.Arriving in London on the night of my sister's birthday was already fine, but her party had be...

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