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🌮 Kao Crimsonstar 🌮

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jul, 2020

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20 Questions (A Star Wars Fanfiction)

“Let’s play 20 Questions.”“How about no?”“If you don’t play 20 Questions with me, I’ll tell Master Windu I saw you at the docks talking with a Separatist.”“I hate you.”“I know. Anyways, Question 1 – How do you know Senator Chuchi?”“Ugh, why do you care? My Master and I spent a few months protecting her family when I was a Padawan. We grew close, and we’ve been good friends. Question for you, where did you grow up? You were 10 when you came to the Order on Coruscant.”“Interesting. I grew up as a slave on Tatooine with my mother.”“Oh! I-I...

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Only One True Love

“Lady Clarabeth Pagesworth.” The plump, liveried royal footman announced me as I waited behind the oak-wood doors. “Thank you.” I whispered as I stepped into the view of the opulently bedecked royal ballroom. Today was the 24th day of December, the night of the Midwinter Ball. It was no ordinary ball; only one of the most important balls of the year. It was the most happening night of the year and nobles fell over each other for the favour of the King all year to procure themselves a coveted invite. The 30-foot Royal Christmas tree in the ...

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Damn you, Mr. Sinclayre

Submitted to Contest #72

         I stared at the letter in my hand. It was handwritten, rare for our era. The paper was soft under the palm of my hand, and I guessed that the sender hadn’t been afraid to spend a few bucks on quality gloss paper, which added further to the unbelievable quotient.Dear Miss April Hummings,           You must be wondering who I am, and why I’m writing to you. My name is Aravy Bethellhem, and I’m the executer for Mr. Aravin Sinclayre. I ha...

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Braden Bates: Mystery of The Clay Tablet (Excerpt)

Submitted to Contest #72

“It’s her.” Braden said coldly. His auburn hair flew all around him in the strong autumn wind and his wire-rimmed glasses didn’t even come close to mitigating the cold, ruthless, calculating look of detective who has caught his criminal in his hazel eyes.“Braden, it’s not that I don’t trust you, but I don’t think May could possibly be the criminal here.” Dominick said, gazing uncertainly at the girl roughly 10 meters ahead of us. She was his little sister, May, who was apparently our prime suspect in the recent robbery of Sargon The Great’s ...

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There's Just Something I Need To Tell You (Wolves Of Slovenia Part 1)

         I watched her skip home like a sparrow flies merrily from tree to tree and my heart swelled with love. My inner wolf howled for me to go to her, get closer to her, talk to her, just to keep looking at her and kill any man or wolf that dared come with a mile of her scent, but wolves did not know the human ways of love, chivalry and courting. I had to wait.         “She’s your mate?” Jonah asked, coming up to my shoulder and smirking.“It can only...

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Not Who They Think It Was

Submitted to Contest #70

         The autumn breeze of November 1963 made my straight-as-an-arrow mousy brown locks fly around my face, framing it, and my demure brown cotton dress rustled like jute as I skipped jovially out of Texas Institute of Astrophysics in Dallas, headed home. By walk, of course.         That’s me, Evangeline Goodcorn, better known as Angie or just Anne. The 18-year-old girl who graduated a year early from school who always wears a brown cotton dress unde...

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The Day I Did It

Submitted to Contest #65

I didn’t want to wake up on Halloween. Oh, yes, ghosts indeed do sleep. The only way we’re different from you living freaks is that we’re incorporeal entities, meaning that we don’t have bodies, and we don’t consume food or water. Or have bodily functions. Yes, we can touch ourselves and each other, and, yes, we can feel. And yes, we do wear clothes. Ghost clothes. Back to the subject of discussion – the day that had dawned on me. Halloween. 31st October. A day, that, even just a year ago, I regarded as a way to get free candy and spend at ...

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The Estate

Submitted to Contest #53

“Bloody hell, Mum, are we actually about to live in this palace?!” “Dylan, how many times do I have to tell you it is a mansion, not a palace? And for God’s Sake, Dylan, will you stop cursing so much?! ” “Gosh, Mum, ‘bloody hell’ is not too harsh. I’m 14, Mum! This isn’t the 20th century! Oh, and sure, Mum, but when a matchbox works for a home for a bunch of teenage twins and a tween, and they’re exiled to a glorious 10-bedroom , yard, swimming pool, private forest, meadow AND creek-inclusive mansion, it sure seems like that Buckingham p...

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The Last Summer of Independent Girlhood

Submitted to Contest #53

"Kim, your hand is bleeding a thick, translucent, jelly-like, blood. We should get to the hospital. Like, immediately. I think your life is in danger." Ellie said, staring point-blank at the red on my hand. She was breathing heavily and frozen in her place. Was it just me, or, or, was something wrong with her? That look in her eyes? That sullen, dull, spot, which once housed a beautiful glint, but now only an extinguished spark? No, it was just the angle of the light on her iris and the mood she was in. Worried. Storms that never rest fl...

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Dead Men Tell Many Tales...

Submitted to Contest #52

Have you ever felt pain? I don't know you, but I do know pain, and my best guess is that you haven't. Consider yourself blessed by all the gods in heaven and hell if you die without ever experiencing pain. Pain isn't cool, or anything that you can boast about. It's not like breaking a leg, and being able to say "Yo, look at me! I'm SO cool, I broke a leg!" Pain is an evil king. The ruler of the worst dystopian place that exists. The face of your worst nightmares.  What's the one thing those scenarios I listed above have in common? Yo...

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