Ellysia Mason

“Seabreeze” by Ellysia Mason

My name is Eden. It's an old name my father found in a book from long ago. The book had said it meant heaven, apparently. I think heaven means the sky? I don't know what's so good about the sky. It's thick and heavy, a constant weight of grey that threatens to fall onto the city like a poorly made blanket fort would envelope you in an uncomfortable darkness. Nothing good ever seemed to come from the sky....

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“Plant power” by Ellysia Mason

Submitted to Contest #48

Long ago, I’m told there were humans just like me. Except, I’m not sure how on earth the were able to survive. In the great space war, it is said the alien’s first attack triggered something within humankind, bringing forth everything we could have imagined.  Everyone around me is gifted with a power of some kind. Flight, teleportation, animalistic enhancements. Except for me, I don’t have anything but my...

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“Shattered” by Ellysia Mason

Submitted to Contest #47

You walk to the mailbox, your feet crammed half heartedly into your trainers as you shuffle to retrieve the mail. You flick through the letters, a small twist in your gut as the familiar stamps and seals of various bills scream out to you. You stop towards the end. There's one unlike the others, the address handwritten on the envelope. It can't be your birthday card, everyone just pings a messege over the...

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“Nothing happens” by Ellysia Mason

Submitted to Contest #45

In this world, there are humans and there are monsters. From the day you leave your mother’s womb, you are judged. Those that pass are allowed to continue in their mundality. Those like me.My brother is not so lucky. His face is the same as me but his yellow eyes make children scream and men bristle for a fight. Yet he never fails to greet me with a smile.He turned, holding my packed lunch with both hands,“Morning Squirt. You eating breakfast?”“Don’t call me that…”He laughed heartily,“Then grow up...

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“Pebble” by Ellysia Mason

Submitted to Contest #11

I have always been a Daddy’s girl. An only child, I received plenty of attention from my parents, but my father especially doted on me. His big hairy bear arms never scared me, and I would scream and screech as he threw me into swimming pools or swung me through the air- somehow never doubting his hold on me.  He was known as a stoic man, but I found solace in his dark brown eyes and his rough husky voice- the same voice that would read me to sleep each night. My favourite memory was of him and I on a stony beach, squat...

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