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Emelia Bergstralh

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jan, 2022

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Henery X.

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 liked her, but all of them respected her, and everyone with a pair of eyes and ears knew it. Even the blind and deaf. I was the mo...

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Patric's Parties on the Go-Go

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 going to the parties made me a bit stressed. Planning them, however, was something that I was very comfortable with. That dr...

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The Food Critic.

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. Which is fine by me. My boss gets very annoyed. Usually, he analyzes the list first and thinks about which one is the cheap...

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Hogan's Diner

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 want to cook, and had Chinese recently, the only thing that there was else to eat was Hogan's Diner. Everyone's last resort....

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Like a Fish.

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 down to grab their shield. My parents would have to put it right in front of my face for me to find it. But by the time th...

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Thank you for the Happiest Days

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 am black. I keep screaming. People call ambulances, and somebody gets me out of the car. I have stopped screaming. They try to put m...

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Entering the Oblivion.

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 on ...

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A Girl Named Rebecca.

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, happy life. And she had the right energy. Maybe she didn't have the right stuff. But I thought that deep down, there was a...

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Arrow of Light to Eagle.

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 at the moment. The first time I really went camping I was eight. I had gone to a few cub scout meetings for my brother, but girls ...

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Dear Juniper.

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, we built the shelves we bought and the dresser. It went into my dad's office. We will at some point have to go back, but for now, my dad h...

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Little Sprouts.

Emelia Bergstralh

(Another collaboration story, just one friend this time. Hope you all really like this one, I think this one sounds pretty good. Thank you to my friend for inspiration!)I do not like to plant things. I have even from a young age. Gardening is wrong. It's too much work. I don't like to water things or weeding. Nope, it's not very good at all. Yet here I am, sowing seeds for my job. I am twenty-one right now, in college. I have no other choice but to work here because it is the closest job to college. Because of my job, I'm given a ton of plan...

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Alan Brewer.

Emelia Bergstralh

"Grow up!" Alan says to me. He's been telling me to grow out of being upset about other people. He tells me that a lot. Alan Brewer was like any other kid. He played lots of sports, hung out with his friends, played video games, and was very smart. He has dark skin and curly hair. I’m his best friend, Luis Gulio. We live close to each other in a small town. I’m a lot like him because we spend so much time together. We hang out every day and do sports together. We’re inseparable. Even according to the other kids at our school. We have ea...

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The Height System.

Emelia Bergstralh

You know when you get chores, responsibilities, and privileges when you are growing up? In my house, living on a farm, we do all that by age. We measure ourselves on the door frame and make sure we stay as short as possible. The shortest do the least amount of work. But I had a growth spurt recently. Luckily, I'm the youngest middle child. My parents measured me. And I hated how the results turned out. "You've grown so much!" They said. "You're much taller than your younger sibling. The same as your next older sibling. So you two will be doi...

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Letting Go.

Emelia Bergstralh

"Alright, Harriet. It's time to let go of all your old stuff, ok?" I nod. My mom is right. I need to let go of all my old stuff. I get the box of all the clothes I've outgrown recently and put them in the donation bin. I mentally high five myself. My mom gives me a high-five. It's been so long since I last had letten go of anything. You see, recently I've become a bit of a border. I need to keep certain things that give me memories, or I feel like I'm losing a memory. I've needed to hold on to all these things. My mom saw the living room, tu...

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Picnics.

Emelia Bergstralh

Your picnics were never very good at all times. In fact, they were clearly from the heart but never very good some of the time. I was pretty sure you wanted our picnics to go well. But they just never worked out. I went to all of your picnics. I knew that it meant a lot to him for me to be there. I knew that he really did try. That you knew they were not perfect. But you always made them fun. I was pretty sure that you knew we just came to be nice, but we knew that only his inner circle came to these picnics. You knew that you messed up some...

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