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Emilie Stokes

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jul, 2020

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Lost in Space

Submitted to Contest #66

The moon sits in the sky and watches all the little ants fail at living their lives. She sits by herself, beautiful and strong. But, does she crave the attention of others. Does she yearn and scream for someone to talk to her? Does the moon ever get lonely orbiting in space? --- What do you do when your heart is too big for your hands? Do you desperately take on the impossible? Or, do you give up and realize that you could never accomplish everything? What do you do when your dreams are higher than the Empire State building? "W...

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What have I done?

Submitted to Contest #58

*Trigger warning: blood* She was thirteen when her world came crashing down. Heroes, that was all she ever liked. Even as a little girl, those shinning figures had her racing around the house in silly costumes pretending she knew martial arts. Every time she was asked what her future plans were. She would excitedly rant about how she would one day be smiling on tv, saving thousands of people while being praised by many. She was, of course, laughed off. "Only people who train forever become heroes, your just a litt...

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Is this what I've become?

Submitted to Contest #57

"You're kidding." He said, looking to the little girl in front of him. "Who do I look like?" "You look like a guy I'm learning about in history, his name was Cleo Thompson." She smiled as she ate on the candy in her hand. He had never seen that brand before, whenever she closed her mouth a light went off inside a second after. Cleo didn't have enough time to ask, maybe later. "And what did he do?" His eyebrows were drawn tight with concern. What had he done to warrant being taught to children? His insides bunched up as his mind started...

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Not You Again

Submitted to Contest #56

She hates balls. There full of pretentious people who think they're better than everyone else. Their heads so high up in the clouds they think what color suit they wear matters. She couldn't help but roll her eyes at their overly fake faces. She changed her face to match the ones that spark her anger. She made her way through the packed dance floor, making sure she came off just as enthusiastic as the snobs beside her. "Angelena, you need to meet this guy. He's so nice, I just know you'll love him!" Her new friend, Scarlet, screamed as...

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I'd do anything for you

Submitted to Contest #55

"Can you keep a secret?" Luke said as he swayed side from side, with a shining smile stretched across his face. Janus knew this would happen. Whenever they went out, Luke would go home wasted, he never knew how to say no to pretty people, and she was usually the one dragging him to his house. They've been thick and thin for as long as she can remember. Ever since Luke and his little sister, Abby, became friends, the three became inseparable. And when the three of them became two, he dragged her through her pain. Now, she happily drags ...

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Melted, but you like that

Submitted to Contest #53

The twin popsicle sat in Anya's hand, waiting to be consumed. The obnoxious orange starts to drip toward her hand, and she watched as it's sticky, sugary liquid hit her skin. "Screw this." The young teen thought as she made her escape from the lonely little park. Anya started walking home, after dropping that stupidly insightful popsicle, but thought better of it the longer she walked. After changing directions to the library, the only place with suitable air conditioning, it didn't take Anya too long before she saw plenty of books ...

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This closet's a little cramped

Submitted to Contest #52

For all of her life, Janice had always tried to make her father proud. It was a tall order, considering he was never proud of anything. He was hate-filled and it showed in every aspect of his life. His job, his marriage, his child, where all treaded civilly and without love. Janice often wondered if he ever felt anything at all, or was he just an emotionless bag floating through the wind. And, as she grew older, her father's opinion felt less and less important. At 20, she didn't quite think highly of his opinions in gen...

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I want to be me again

Submitted to Contest #51

The car shakes as it makes its way across the dirt road. Rocks tink the sides as the tires sling them from the dirt. The woman driving is relaxed, listening to soft music as she swerves in the night. The next song starts to play as the car shakes and she flinches, her hands fly to the radio to turn it off. Her calm expression is now drawn in and she stops the car to put her head in her shaking hands. The song was from older times, from days she would rather forget. She takes a deep breath and starts on her way again. That song ...

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