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Emily Bronte

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Mar, 2021

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The Girl who Cried "Love"

Emily Bronte

I took a deep breath “Look. This isn’t going to work out. You’re in a relationship and… I’m just getting in the way of things. I don’t think your girlfriend likes it, and quite frankly neither do I..” all of a sudden tears started welling up in my eyes, warm and wet. I knew I had to hurry up so I could get out safely. “We can’t talk as much, go eat lunch, or laugh at inside jokes- because that’s against dating rules. I’m sorry.” I lept off the bench and quickened my stride so I could hide the tears that were streaking down my face. The cool ...

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The Locket

Emily Bronte

“Okay! Open it up!” “Are you sure? You’ve been teasing me about it all week.” “Yes, yes! Open it!” “Alright…” I peeked inside the brightly wrapped gift box. It’s pink and green color almost sang happy birthday to me as I opened it. Mom had been telling me all week long about how excited she was to give it to me, but of course I had no clue. I carefully took off the box lid, anxious now to see what it was… only to find another box inside. “What is this mom, a Russian doll box?” I asked. ...

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Table for Six

Emily Bronte

Submitted to Contest #100

It had been a long exhausting day. As the ‘dean of discipline’ (which some teachers called me) I got all the rebellious students in our large high school to straighten out. I had about fifteen kids sent to me today- nine for starting a food fight in the lunchroom, two for making out in the hallway, one for bringing a pocket knife to school, and three more for trying to start a protest about the upcoming SAT’s. I was pretty tired by time school let out that afternoon, but I’ve gotten used to it. One of the teachers that day said to me… ...

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Like Mother, Like Daughter

Emily Bronte

Submitted to Contest #100

As I shaped the dough of the sticky white bread held in my hands, I thought about how much it reflected my grief. My pain and loss clung to me like that sticky dough not letting me go. Our family was so happy together, and now I’m realizing that I took it for granite at times. I never really understood how blessed I was with my family, until the day my husband Aaron died. Our whole lives, we had food on our table, my sons got married to nice women, and Aaron and I were warmly welcomed by our neighbors like family. Life just seemed like it ...

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When Nobody Likes the In-Laws

Emily Bronte

Submitted to Contest #100

When my parents said they were flying in for a couple weeks this summer to visit the kids, I had no idea they meant the exact same week my in-laws were. I mean, I love my parents like life itself, but they really could have just picked another week. My parents, and my husband Eric’s parents, didn’t really get off to a good start with each other when we were dating. We were fresh out of high school, and my parents were fine with that, but Eric's weren’t. They said, ‘You’re too young and will be immature with your choices. You need to ...

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The Farmhouse (a.k.a Bed and Breakfast)

Emily Bronte

Submitted to Contest #99

Every summer, my cousins and I would head down to a small farm, in the middle of nowhere Missouri. The farm used to belong to our family before we were even born, and some of it still does; except that most of it was sold and turned into a bed and breakfast. The bed and breakfast was built on our farm with three houses generously spread apart. They were placed on a hill sloping down to a shallow creek that was wide enough for wading in, and cooling off from the blistering heat. The house closest to the creek, and at the bottom of the hill, w...

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Premo...What?

Emily Bronte

Submitted to Contest #98

As I lay in bed, I thought about my day. I got a pop quiz in history which I'm pretty sure I flunked, I finally worked up enough courage to ask a girl to the dance, and my best friend said he was quitting our band. It was a pretty mixed day, but it's not as bad as I think about it now. I’ve had worse days at school. I'm the only boy in our family of three sisters, a divorced mom, and an annoying cat. At twelve years old, I'm pretty sure I'm just as ordinary as anybody else. No one in my family ever listens to me, especially when I'm right an...

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A Raindrop's Journey

Emily Bronte

The soft raindrop fell like dew to the hard ground, joining its fellow friends in their misery. She knew what would happen to them. They would fall from the sky like birds feeling as free as ever, then they would hit the ground--evaporating into moist air returning to the clouds they just came from. They would never be free. Not one of them could control their fate, and living in a place that rained so often, they were trapped in the same routine; rarely regarding the sun. Some rain splashed to the trees and caught onto their wooded canopy, ...

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