Emelia Bergstralh

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jan, 2022

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“Robotics. ” by Emelia Bergstralh

(Based on a real story that happened to me.) Alright, first period. Camp Rodney in Maryland. The first day in the early morning. Just finished taking a hike, eating breakfast, and walking around the entire camp to find this lodge. I sat down and pulled out my papers in order to get ready. I was going to start this great week off with a great first class. To find out that there were just as many teachers as there were students. Two. A student-teacher and the actual teacher. Now the only other student seemed quiet and reserved. But that wouldn...

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“Just a Computer. ” by Emelia Bergstralh

My grandmother was a very old lady, who was good with computers. No one knew why, not even her. Once she got her brain tumor, her life was terrible. The only thing that really made me think she was sane was this computer that I had given her for her birthday. But for some reason, she believed it was alive. It didn't matter what you told her. She wouldn't believe that the computer wasn't alive. I had doctors try to recon what she was thinking, but all just blamed it on her tumor. Part of me believed her because strange things happened since I...

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“On the Run. ” by Emelia Bergstralh

(Hi guys! I'm working on this book, and this is the first chapter and half of the second chapter. It went along super great with this prompt, but I started writing it about two or three months ago. Tell me what you think because I will think about publishing it in the marketplace of Reedsy so you all can read it. The name of the book is Greta by the way. I have written around four more chapters of it. Hope you like it.) Chapter 1- On the run.    Today is the day I die. I was running as fast as I possibly could. I was so scare...

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“Barriers. ” by Emelia Bergstralh

"Please, don't do it!" they cry. But I don't have another choice. Those who I love must be pushed away from me. They have to understand that they cannot stay near me. Even if they cannot see it, it is for the best in the end. It pains me more than it does them. I'm crying too. I do love them so. But there was no way of avoiding it. We love each other too much to let go. But people cannot get close to me. Ever. So instead, I have to murder. One-shot. And dead. I weep and sob for hours. Then I leave the body there, in the woods, and run away, ...

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“The House on the Hill. ” by Emelia Bergstralh

In my town, there is this house that sits above all the rest on this hill. Half the house is on the top of the hill, and the other half is not. The half that is not on the hill looks like it is going to fall off the top of the hill. Into the pit of doom. That's not the real name for it, but it's what we call it because of the dark and ominous hole. It is very deep, no one can see the bottom of it. As hard as you may try, you cannot. The little old woman who lives there refuses to leave. She barely leaves the house. She has some sort of attac...

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“Music Messages.” by Emelia Bergstralh

I've never been good with words. I've always had issues with them. Finding the right ones, using them. People do not understand them. But over time, I've learned to express myself in other ways. Through music. It is a way to communicate properly. It can be interpreted. I can understand myself better through it. From my emotions to my thoughts. I am a better person for it. Unfortunately, I don't know how it really put it. Because I'm able to find the songs, how do you make someone understand the music and interpret it the way that you do? It'...

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“Nyctophobic. ” by Emelia Bergstralh

The lights start to flicker, as my friend starts to laugh at me. I'm screaming for him to stop, but he keeps doing it. I'm really starting to get scared. And then the lights stop flickering, staying on. See, I'm nyctophobic. Or I have a phobia of the dark. The flickering of lights even freaks me out. And my friend loved to make fun of me for it. But when I looked over to look at the light switch, he wasn't standing there snickering anymore. Now, it was just the wall. I hear some screams, the lights flicker a little more, and the screams get ...

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“End of the World. ” by Emelia Bergstralh

End of the world was a game everyone played. It was this really fun game where you gave yourself a name, an animal, and you would pretend to save the world as your animal. If you had nothing else to play, then that was what you usually would play. Our recesses, which were thirty minutes long, made this game harder to play. But that was fine. I loved playing this game. There was nothing better than this game at recess. A classic, and great. Everyone knew the rules, but that was fine. Well, except for new kids. This was really a game played at...

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“Deranged Outside. ” by Emelia Bergstralh

Some people were the same. And some were different. But those different people always found their way. There were once four friends. One, normal. Everyone knew them as being unsuspected. Overlooked most of the time. Then, there was the bad one. Always broke the rules. Thought he would make her bad when they started being friends. Then there was the nerd. She stayed to herself. The good girls' best friend. And then the gamer boy. He was loud and widespread. The bad boys' best friend. They were the most unexpected group of friends. But they ke...

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“The Homeless Man. ” by Emelia Bergstralh

There is this homeless man that is always in the building. He does not live here, but sometimes it feels like it because of how much he is here. We all know he is homeless. A few of us let him stay at ours occasionally. But there is only so much we can do as a community. As much as we may try to help him out, he refuses it sometimes. We know he has a job, but I guess it did not pay enough for a house. One day, I got a promotion. I needed a secretary now, and the first person that came to my mind was Jack Tellen. I brought him into my house, ...

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“Right to the Ground. ” by Emelia Bergstralh

"Alright, what's the buzz of the town?" my boss asks me. All of us employees are sitting in here and we are talking. Across the street, there is a big wrecking ball, and people running out of the apartment complex. We make a way to let him see. He runs outside and asks what is going on, with the person with the wrecking ball. They say that they mentioned or should have at least heard that this was planned months ago. That we had to shut down shop for the day, due to demolition. There was no one to be in the area. The material it was made of ...

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“Best Apartment Ever. ” by Emelia Bergstralh

"You are the first to come into our apartment. We love it so much, just, not as much as we used to. Enjoy!" The men say. Then they run away. Weird, as the pictures make it look perfect. That's why our agent called us here. The agent looks about as confused as my fiance and I. They shake it off and put a smile on their face. They open the door and show me inside. The door makes it look like the most fabulous apartment, the one we had seen in the picture. But the moment our agent opens the door, we are surrounded with the scent of something te...

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“Miss. Warrenson. ” by Emelia Bergstralh

Miss. Warrenson is the woman who we all fear. You see her, and you know she means business. Every kid in the neighborhood fears her. She struck fear into everyone around her. Except for me. For some reason, we had become very close. But she hated my sibling. She always had an insult for them. I was the only kid she actually liked, and I think it was because I was the only person that really was nice to her. I always felt kind of sorry for her. But my friends one day stopped liking me and began to make fun of her. I ran outside and told them ...

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“Neighboring. ” by Emelia Bergstralh

"STAY AWAY!" He shouts at me again. Then he shuts the door. What an awful neighbor. I just brought him muffins, and yet here he was yelling at me to stay away from him because he didn't want them. Why? I wonder if there wasn't anything I could do to make him like me. This was the fifth attempt with these muffins. Maybe he didn't like muffins. So I make cupcakes the next day. I sell the muffins at my bakery. They sell like hotcakes. I have my own bakery in town, and it is the only one. Everyone loves my bakery. They always praise my work. The...

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“Demons in Hiding. ” by Emelia Bergstralh

"Let's play spin the bottle in the dark. We'll just feel where the bottle lands towards!" We turn out the lights and we start to play. But then we turn the bottle and it's on one of my friends. We expect the two to kiss, but they don't. Immediately, everyone knows there is an imposter among them. I look at everyone's scared faces. "OMG! Who would do such a thing? Oh my god." I shout. I run out of the room into the hallway. A few people have come into the hallway with me. A few people are comforting each other. I'm comforting my friends. This...

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Author bio

Hello! You look great today! My name is Emelia and I really like writing. I'm the youngest female Eagle Scout. I also like dancing, cheer, playing the violin, history, reading, math, shopping, riding my bike, swimming, cheering, gardening, and spending time with my friends and family. Thank you to all my followers! Don't forget to like, follow, and comment! Thank you and I'll stop talking now.