Emelia Bergstralh

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jan, 2022

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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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“Henery X.” by Emelia Bergstralh

(This is the other story I was talking about for the other story, Woman's Club. Please read all of the stories if you want to read the other one. If you really just want to go to the other one, read the first and last three paragraphs. Thank you! Enjoy!) My name's Henery X. I was born right here in the west, the mayor's son. My mother knows all the women in town and is a bit of a gossip. Not all the women in town ...

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“Patric's Parties on the Go-Go” by Emelia Bergstralh

"One star? You are going to give me one star? You all are ungrateful little brats! And you two! Your children are banshees. People will still love me!" I wake up on the spot. I hurry up and start getting ready for work. To go into the office. To go to my business, Patric's Parties on the Go-Go. I had to wear very nice clothes. Being a weekday, I knew that I didn't have to go to a party today. This made me feel good, as g...

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“The Food Critic. ” by Emelia Bergstralh

My boss is a small business owner. He was very serious about his hand soap shop. But, he owned another little store, where I worked, that was a deli. We served food, but not a lot. People really just bought our deli meats. But we qualified as a restaurant. So, once every year there had to be a food critic come in and review our business. Food critics usually pass us, but critique the little things we don't do correctly. ...

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“Hogan's Diner” by Emelia Bergstralh

Hogan's Diner was the restaurant no one went to but somehow stayed in business. We tried to tell the owner, Hogan, to fold and start a different diner. He said every time that he would stay there and keep chugging along. He got enough truckers to come in at night and keep his little restaurant afloat. It was cheap and gross. But it was edible. Because there were almost no other restaurants in town, if you really didn't w...

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“Like a Fish. ” by Emelia Bergstralh

I'm like a fish. I am able to remember things like a fish is able to remember things. I'm like "Dory" from that "Pixar" movie. I don't go up to people and say, "Hello, my name is Dory, and I suffer from short-term memory loss," though. That's a bit obnoxious. Since I was at a young age, my parents figured out I was unable to remember many things. I was unable to remember where my room was, or where I put my action figure...

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“Thank you for the Happiest Days” by Emelia Bergstralh

Boom! Boom! BOOM! That is all I hear. And then my greatest fear comes true. Three bullets come crashing through the glass. I duck, but by the time I do, the bullets have gone through the other seat. I scream. My boyfriend is barely alive. Thank god the seat cushioned the blow. How has my country been so safe and lovely to live in, yet I get treated like a second-class citizen. I get shot at in the car because I ...

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“Entering the Oblivion. ” by Emelia Bergstralh

When you turn 18, you get assigned a job. You have to try really hard in school to get the job you want. I did, and I thought for sure I would get to be a doctor. My parents wanted me to be a doctor. I wanted to help people and be a doctor. But then, I got assigned to be a traveler. I was super confused when I woke up, looked at what my job was going to be, and was super confused. When my parents saw it, they were just as confused. But then there was a knock at our door. In America, you are required to open your door to anyone who knocks ...

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“A Girl Named Rebecca. ” by Emelia Bergstralh

I remember a girl who once upon a time was a wonder. This girl would go dancing in the woods and go camping. I remember a girl who liked to camp and had fun with me. Who understood that our life's story was not easy. She always made me feel like we were equals. To me, she looked like a leader. I knew that she was going to be a paper Eagle. Everyone knew. But what we did know was that there was a girl who deserved a good,...

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“Arrow of Light to Eagle. ” by Emelia Bergstralh

(This story is written from my standpoint and real-life experiences. I hope you all enjoy it! I really wanted to write this story, in fact, this story has been in the works for a while. I hope you all love it as much as I do!) Hi, my name is Emelia Bergstralh. I went to a quick arrow of light to the youngest female Eagle Scout in the entire United States of America. I was twelve when I got my award. I am thirteen ...

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“Dear Juniper.” by Emelia Bergstralh

(I wrote a journal every day last year for as long as I possibly could. I found that some of my experiences were worth sharing here with you guys! I hope you all enjoy some of my letters to my actual journal. Oh yeah, the journal was a gift, so thank you to my scoutmaster for giving it to me.) Date: 9/12/2021. Dear Juniper, Today was a good day. We went shopping right away this morning. Once we were back, w...

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Author bio

I'm 14 and I really like writing. I've written a few other stories and I just find it soothing to make my own little story and live in another universe I created. I'm the youngest female Eagle Scout. I like dancing, acting, playing the violin, Harry Potter, Shadow and Bone, Riverdale, history, taking notes, writing, reading, math, shopping, riding my bike, swimming, ballet, gardening, and spending time with my friends and family. My website is emeliabergstralh.joomla.com