Emelia Bergstralh

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jan, 2022

Stories (129)

129 Stories

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“@Sabrina<3” by Emelia Bergstralh

"Sabrina posted," my best friend said. I looked at my phone. Sabrina was the most popular girl on social media in the school. She had 12,000 followers on Instagram. I had ten, an assortment of a few of my friends and family. Sad compared to her. Her postings always made me think of something new. Of myself or of my life. This one had a picture of her in the mirror in an oversized shirt. She was wearing shorts. She looked...

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“House Flipping. ” by Emelia Bergstralh

I am a house flipper. My partner in crime is my poodle who would follow me to the end of the world. Well, my real partner in crime is my husband. He is the best. I tell him how to build a house and it's built within the year. Usually, we flip two houses a year. Sometimes less, depending on how big the house is. But usually, we do two a year. And we make more than enough to keep our house and buy things. As there are so v...

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“Wedding Stories From a Photographer. ” by Emelia Bergstralh

I'm a classic wedding photographer. I show up to the wedding, sometimes I get in the way, and then I take a ton of pictures. Classic. Sometimes, I take pictures before, a photo shoot, and show up. Usually, people have normal weddings. In fact, having an abnormal wedding is something some people choose and you show up and realize how similar it is to one you might see on Pinterest or Instagram. I have a discount for my fr...

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“Race Cars. ” by Emelia Bergstralh

"Can I take a picture of you two?" My dad asks. My brother and I nod and then he snaps the picture. "Alright. I'll send it to mom." I hug my brother and then we head inside. I was thrilled. Today was the day. I had studied aerodynamics, weight, speed, and skill to get to this point. I couldn’t believe it. I was going to win. I submitted my car. Then, I got settled. I chose not to eat the food that was on the stand, and t...

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“Fish and Shark. ” by Emelia Bergstralh

Once, there was a fish. They called him Orange Fishie the Small. Now, there is nothing wrong with small fish. Do not get me wrong. But the small orange fish was the least liked fish. Everyone saw him as annoying and mean and kept him on the sidelines in their school. They did not like Orange Fishie the Small one little bit. The school was very judgemental. Orange Fishie the small did not see him as annoying or mean. He w...

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“On Top A Mountain. ” by Emelia Bergstralh

"Alright, kids! Come on down and pile in the car! Oh, don't forget to say bye to your grandmother!" My mom calls. My sister and I come tumbling down the stairs, fighting over the tablet. But then we realize our dad is watching us. He tells us to straighten up, or we won't go on the trip at all. I didn't really want to go anyway. Hiking was not really my thing. Or mountains. Or climbing. The drive was something I could to...

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“Green House. ” by Emelia Bergstralh

Ooh, another cactus. I love cacti. They are the best house plant in my opinion. The short ones are my favorite. Flowering ones are also pretty good. I grabbed the cacti and headed to check out. My husband and I liked to joke that our house was more like a greenhouse than a place for people to live. I was definitely a plant person. My husband is much more into fish. He has an aquarium of three little gold fishies. There's...

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“Clouds. ” by Emelia Bergstralh

I was a simple man with a simple task in life. I don't have much taste. At a time, I have one real friend who decides that I need to improve, and leaves me. I feel sad, but I am unwilling to change. I like the way I am. If others don't, that's fine. I wait about a year and then date once more. Well, soon after I had gone through one of those breakups, I was much sadder than I would have been usually. I tried to move on, but they had been very good to me and had even moved in for two months. They made me very happy. But they stopped talkin...

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“Camp Grice. ” by Emelia Bergstralh

(Based on real-life events. Camp Grice is a real place, I've actually been camping there. They are going to sell soon, so soon it may be called something different. I go camping often, but this was my first and last as a cub scout. This one was really fun, and even though some of the things that happened bugged me, overall it was a really, really fun thing. I hope all of you enjoy my story!)Camp Grice. My first two-night camping trip was to camp, Grice. First, all afternoon I had been packing. Then my dad packed. After we were done...

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“Christina. ” by Emelia Bergstralh

Christina was a junior in high school. She was a librarian. But instead of being quiet and keeping peace in the kid's section of the library, she made sure that things were bright and colorful. That there was some sort of "Kid's Bop" playing, and that there were comfy fluffed pillows in a corner of the section. She dressed like a fairy and read to all the little kids every morning. She was loud. Not only did she do all t...

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“Little Brother. ” by Emelia Bergstralh

(For my younger brothers. My youngest, who I love to read to at night. Even though you are wild, I will always love you. No matter what. My younger brother, who I will always love. Who I have read my "Fancy Nancy" books to, "Junie B. Jones" and so on. Love you my little brothers, and I hope you like this story buddies! As for everyone else, I hope you all like this one. I feel a lot of older siblings can relate to this o...

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“Death of James Magrid. ” by Emelia Bergstralh

James Magrid was a simple man. He had no family in the town he lived in but worked hard. He knew a lot of the people in the town. His girlfriend was also a librarian in the local library. She was pretty familiar with all the people in town. Especially the detective. She had helped solve cases since they were young. She was not planning on being much more than a little librarian for the rest of her life. She lived with Ja...

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“Benedict's Widow. ” by Emelia Bergstralh

Benedict's widow Was the woman at the end of the street who had a creepy house. She was like a witch. Everyone either called her the witch or Benedict's widow. Benedict owned a store. His wife, when he was alive, was the librarian. When he had his break, he would go to her and bring her a rose from one of the bouquets that were at his grocery store. She would smile at him. Now, she ran a tight ship over at the library. Y...

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“Grandmother. ” by Emelia Bergstralh

"Come on darling, why don't you read it. Darla at the center read it. She loved it. Your grandfather liked it. I thought it was excellent. I think you should at least give the book a good old college try. Who knows? You may even like reading it." I highly doubt that. I hate reading what kind of girl does she think I am? I like sports. Not reading. I only ready stuff when necessary to keep my grades up so I can do sport...

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“Woman's Club. ” by Emelia Bergstralh

(This is the other story. Please read the other story entitled Henery X. Please read that story first so this one makes a bit more sense. Thank you! Enjoy both stories!) I am Henery X's mother. I live in the west with my son and my husband, the mayor. We are the most respected people in town. My husband's father was the sheriff. His son got well down. I was the daughter of the town constable. I was already treated...

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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.