Inkstained Introvert

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Aug, 2020

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“What I Learned in English Class and How It's All Horribly Wrong” by Inkstained Introvert

Well, I don’t know if it’s fair, exactly, to say I learned. I never paid (or even borrowed or stole) attention, because, in my mind, as an already fourteen-year-old prodigy, I’d learned everything there was to know. Right? Literature-wise, I suppose. I’d read all the books we were reading—never made any of the grammar mistakes the other kids were making—analyzed what we were fated to be analyzing in my prepubescent time by the river, stuffing the chinks between the log bridge with moss and pondering the meanings behin...

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“Calliope (part four)” by Inkstained Introvert

author’s note: this story is the fourth installment in my “calliope” series (i know, it’s a really dumb name). it’s not even that good of an idea, and writing a reedsy series and adding weird disclaimers at the beginning pretty much guarantees a 0% chance of winning or being shortlisted; though, if we’re being honest, i never really have a chance of winning anyways--i’m just doing this because i enjoy writin...

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“Cutting Ties” by Inkstained Introvert

“Holy guacamole.” I coughed as a cloud of dust flew up from the cardboard box I was opening. “Could Dad have been any less of a hoarder?” “Well, I’ll not say that he was exactly sensitive of peoples' allergies,” Alex began, trying hard not to let his features bend into a snicker, “but let’s not push our luck, Ky. It’s only his office that we’ve got to go through—Mom and Viv have all the rest.” “Thank God we’re the family’s worst cleaners,” I muttered, folding back the box’s flaps. Alex glanced at me and ...

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“Sudden Snowfall and Hazy Horizons” by Inkstained Introvert

In June, we reached the horizon. Merry reined in her horse and blew out her cheeks, marveling at the dusky grey dome curving above us. It reached far into the sky, so tall that only by looking miles above you could you see its curvature. Already visibility was low, mist swirling around the liquidy wall like we were on a cobblestone street in London. Merry tilted her neck back, mouth agape, wonder in her sparky eye...

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“Marked” by Inkstained Introvert

Trigger warning: Mentions of self-harm and abuse You’ve cried a lot, I bet.You can deny it if you’d like, but I’m sure you have. You’re human, after all. From big buff men whose job, they think, is to protect everybody, to train-wrecks of little girls who wail when they don’t get what they wanted for Christmas—everyone’s cried. And I’m no exception. Although I’m not exactly human. It’s 2142, and people call our planet old-fashioned. They say we’re behind the t...

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“Calliope (part three)” by Inkstained Introvert

New York is a strange place.  I live there, on a multi-million dollar private estate, with my parents, who are celebrities, and my two brothers, Xaviar and Aiden. Xaviar’s moving out soon, hopefully. He’s going to Yale, and even though it’s the beginning of May, now is when he decides he needs his own apartment. Not, like, at the start of a semester or something.  It’s not going to change anything....

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“Super” by Inkstained Introvert

There are some things that people never tell you about being a superhero, and there’s a reason for that.1. The term “superhero.” It’s ridiculous; I hate it. There doesn’t seem to be a better word lying around, though. But superhero? It sounds so childish and petty—who came up with it? Are our everyday heroes—nurses and firefighters and that nice Asian man on the street corner who gave you directions when you were lost in Chicago on a Tuesday afternoon—are they not enough to be “super,” and yet I—we—are? What k...

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“Yardstick” by Inkstained Introvert

Topaz looked through the peephole. There was no one there, despite the door having been knocked on seconds earlier. He pushed open the door--and pushed something over. Down the steps of his front porch rolled a little wire cage with something small and green inside of it. It was cheeping. “Oh my God,” he muttered. “Andy! You did not!” “Mom doesn’t want it anymore!” screamed Andy’s voice from the driveway. “That’s not my problem! What the heck am I supposed to--” “I don’t know; it’s a green-cheek conure!”...

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“Calliope (part two)” by Inkstained Introvert

My mother’s always thought I was weird.She’s right. I’m weird. She’s not. Mom’s an A-list celebrity, and people consider her beautiful, I guess, although everyone knows everything they think they like about her is fake. Any part of her figure they admire is pure plastic fabrication, and any part of her personality that they think makes her kind is just show.I remember my brother Aiden telling me about someone named Ellen, once. I think he was seven or eight when the big scandal happened. Ellen had been revered for years as t...

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“Mistakes” by Inkstained Introvert

Disclaimer: This piece is sort of a sequel to one I wrote a bit back titled "Tree Dream." It might help to read that story before this. This piece is very, very bad--as a matter of fact, I didn't even read over it once before I submitted it, because I wrote it all in a half hour and the deadline was (is) very soon and I need to get to bed. I might go back later and ed...

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“Left to Burn” by Inkstained Introvert

My family burns things. I used to be afraid of fire. I used to huddle in the corner of my room when my parents told me it was time to go. I would shriek and grasp at doorknobs as they carried me out, sobbing. I would cover my eyes and cower away from the flames, cling to my sister Jessie’s legs as she watched our mother and father go door to door. Recruit people to join them, or else die. They always burned...

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“Just Another Typical Love Story” by Inkstained Introvert

June 23, 2017 “Hey, Harper?” “Yeah?” “I really, really love you.” Harper turns from where he’s watching the sky and smiles at me. God, he’s gorgeous. He just sits there, grinning, for a few moments before leaning into me and saying, “You too, Therly.” I look back out at the ocean. Waves lap lightly at the peaceful shore. Sunrise is just beginning, staining the horizon ...

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“The Dead Beyond the Cavern” by Inkstained Introvert

“I hear Their whispers.” “What?” Rae sat cross-legged on the couch, avoiding the eyes of her best friend H.J. “What?” H.J. asked again. Rae sighed. She had to break the news sometime. “I hear whispers,” she admitted. “From Them.” “Rae, what are you--” “I’m serious, H.J.” H.J. frowned. “Uh, Rae—” “I do. I hear Them, and I hear Their whispers. They’re not just in the cavern....

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“The Vicious Vacuum” by Inkstained Introvert

I swear, the day Jenette died started out perfectly normal. It was three p.m. on a Friday, and we were in Teitra’s bedroom, waiting for her to come home from school. Sunlight filtered hesitantly into the room from the window above Teitra’s bed. Those tiny little specks you see in the light floated around. The world looked as if it had a filter over it, toning the colors down, making everything murmury and...

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“You Think?” by Inkstained Introvert

Sometimes I dream about winning. Early in the morning, when my brain is supposed to think of absolutely nothing at all, when my eyes are supposed to be closed and I’m supposed to be lying still on the padded table I rest on, my brain fantasizes.  Upon the black canvas of nothingness they prompt our consciousness into, my brain draws shapes while I sleep. It creates colors and sounds and I can feel everythin...

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Author bio

- i think the word “posthumously” is my new favorite- sorry, “reverberate” ;) - newest story is pretty terrible, but there’re a lot of parentheticals, so... there’s that, i suppose *shrug* - not really feeling the prompts this week :/ - if you wrote a story on the prompt- "write about a 'found family' who are finally able to get together again after a long time apart”- please let me know and i WILL read it! all right e̶v̶e̶r̶y̶o̶n̶e̶,̶ g̶i̶r̶d̶ y̶o̶u̶r̶ l̶o̶i̶n̶s̶, let's do this one last time ☺︎︎ hi, i'm nevada, she/her- you can call me ink :) this is cliche, but thanks, everyone, for 60(!)+ followers; i truly do appreciate it. this is my favorite story on reedsy--check it out, it's really well-written: https://blog.reedsy.com/creative-writing-prompts/contests/59/submissions/34902/ (ps: please follow the author! she's super talented & deserves way recognition than she's getting.) you should follow this person, too: https://blog.reedsy.com/creative-writing-prompts/author/skye-thorne/ here's a funny video if you're bored (and no, it’s not a rickroll): https://youtu.be/4d_FvgQ1csE i really badly need new titles for virtually all of my stories--i'm horrible at naming things. if you ever have any title suggestions, please, please let me know; it will be vastly appreciated :) i try to submit an original story for each contest--sometimes i miss one, sometimes the pieces are utter garbage, but hey, because of reedsy i've written almost 45k original words, so i consider that a win ;) i generally post once a week. i love getting asked to read stories! i'd be thrilled to take a look at your profile; just let me know in a comment :D i want to read every story from everyone i follow, so if i haven't seen yours yet, please let me know! it would make my day to meet a new friend on reedsy, so if you want to be pals, feel free to leave me a comment, drop me a pm on nanowrimo, or shoot me an email (inkstainedintrovert@gmail.com). please let me know if you hate my stories- criticism is hard to hear, but it's better than false flattery :D also, if you need an editor, that's 100% something i'd be down to do. oof, ok, now to the difficult part- about me. i'm terrible at writing bios, but i'll give it a shot :) let's start with my favorite things: book series- the chronicles of narnia, the lord of the rings, the mysterious benedict society, percy jackson & the olympians, the giver series, the penderwicks, a series of unfortunate events (in no particular order, although narnia and lotr are my top ones). favorite singular book is circus mirandus by cassie beasley (it's beautiful, read it). movies- moana, hunt for the wilderpeople, knives out, hamilton, la la land, any marvel movie, most star wars movies, the high school musical trilogy (fight me), jojo rabbit- basically anything by taika waititi music-showtunes, the beatles, 1d, harry styles (my king), billie eilish, taylor swift, mxmtoon, black gryph0n, ashton edminster, lots of random songs here and there generic things- the color mint green, animals kiwi (which i've fed), dog & guinea pig (which i own), manatee (which i've swam with!!), quokka, narwhal, corgi. some things i enjoy: reading, writing, editing all types of media, journalism, literary stuff, photography, theatre (i've been fortunate enough to have seen newsies, aladdin, and the lightning thief on broadway, and i love dozens of other musicals), adventures, road trips, loose leaf tea, new zealand, vibes, bonfires, pillow forts, dancing in the middle of grocery stores, sarcasm, puns, animals, nature, impulsiveness, youtube, old movies. as for who i am, i'm an introverted, virgo, feminist, anxious, enneagram 6w5, pale, ravenclaw, american, in high school. i'm also a christian, and being as such, i can say with 100% confidence that i believe that Black Lives Matter, and i believe in rights for the LGBTQ+ community--it doesn't matter what your views/politics/morals are, everyone is human and deserves to be treated as such. also, i have a stuffed avocado named ava, & my favorite number is twelve. ☺︎︎ there were two movie references at the beginning of my bio, before the intro part— if you got even just one of them i will marry you okay, um-okay? i think that's it? if you made it to the end, then good job, you are a most excellent folk. i hope you have a good day. tpwk <3