Ellory Reiling

“Secrets Can't Be Killed” by Ellory Reiling

Submitted to Contest #42

"Hey, Luna. Did you know they've almost solved every case from like the past 15 years?"My eyes widen as I look up from my desk, "Oh?""Yeah. Apparently that new detective they hired, what's his name? Brent, maybe? Brent Matthewman? I haven't really talked to him yet so I don't know. But, according to Smith, Matthewman has 'something to prove' so he's been trying to solve every cold case. The only ones left are the Kelly murders and the one quote unquote 'serial murderer' from a few years back. The one where it just kinda stopped randomly." "O...

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“I Hate Waiting” by Ellory Reiling

Submitted to Contest #42

“‘Mark, this is a stupid idea. I’m going home. I’ll see you at the game tomorrow, okay?’ I started to stand from the table when he grabbed my hand.‘No, Henry. Sit down. They’ll be here,’ he said it with such confidence. I wished that I could have that amount of anything.    I hated waiting, still do to this day. It seems like such a waste of time. Anyways, we’d been sitting there for a good ten minutes and the girls still weren’t there. Uncle Mark kept telling me that women are late for everything and all this other stuff that...

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“A Bad Night” by Ellory Reiling

Submitted to Contest #41

I always sit on the bench that sits on the back deck. It always makes me feel nice and the soft air makes me happy. The birds always make me feel less lonely. The empty halls of a mansion don’t make me feel any happier than I thought they would. Ever since I won the lottery, bills have disappeared but new problems have risen. I’m lonely all the time. Depression sets in at 8 A.M..    I don’t feel like I can trust anyone. My friends only ever talk to me now if they need money, my cousins have said that I’ve changed too much. My ...

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“Judgment” by Ellory Reiling

Submitted to Contest #33

“Mom, can we go yet?” I groan, hanging my head back.“I told you, dear. We can’t for a few more hours. You do want me to have money for food, right?” She gives me the sarcastic look, the one that says she knows I’m gonna say yes.“At least let me do something other than sweeping hair?” I sit up and look at her.“No. No. Never. Not until you’re at least sixteen.” She puts her elbows on the front desk.“But, Mom! I’m fourteen, isn’t that close enough?”“No, Sam. It’s not-” She stops when she hears the doorbell ring as it’s opened and says with the ...

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“And his name, was Gregory.” by Ellory Reiling

Submitted to Contest #32

I look at the watch on my wrist and groan in anticipation. “Come on, come on. He’ll be so mad at me if I’m late again,” I think. But, the people in front of me don’t go any faster. I tap my foot as I stare down the red hand on the sign across from me. I hear a voice behind me say something.I squint my eyes and look behind me, “What is it you said?”“I said maybe you should get a car, aye? Instead of walking ‘round like the rest of us and being so rudely impatient!”“Who are you to tell me anything, you-” I open my eyes to see it’s just Gregory...

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“Another Day of Laundry.” by Ellory Reiling

Submitted to Contest #31

    I sigh as I grab my son's hamper from his room. It's only a third of the way full. I groan as I search through his room to find the other pieces of clothing; the ones that I know aren't in there because he either forgot or he's just too lazy. I can't even begin to describe what stains and smells I find in the process. It's going to be a world war to get him to even acknowledge they're there. I stretch before picking the basket back up because it weighs about 50 lbs. How can one boy cause so much laundry in just a week? I p...

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“I can't find her.” by Ellory Reiling

The car pulled up to the front of the house. Emma is startled when her mother says it's time to get out of the car. The pre-teen quickly put away her pen and tried to hide the fact she was drawing all over the car door. Thankfully, nothing is noticed. She walked into the living room, sighing as she placed her backpack on the ground. The school day wasn't hard but wasn't necessarily easy either. Fifth grade can be hard if you have a teacher like Mrs. Thomas. But, she had her cat to come home too. The small, Calico, no older than a year, named...

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