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Lilyanne Hanold

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jul, 2025

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Smeared Ashes

Lilyanne Hanold

WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS THEMES OF MENTAL HEALTH AND SUICIDE. THIS MAY NOT BE SUITABLE FOR ALL READERS. I took another sip of muddied mocha, a rich brown color with a little creamer heart in the middle that was half dissolved. The liquid swirled unevenly around inside, almost taunting the state of my mix-matched thoughts. I tapped my pen in my hand and spun it around, as if shaking the ink would give me the inspiration to write my next scene. I'm stuck on this cliffhanger, a line that flows on script as follows: "I had pryed you apart fr...

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Letters from Elmwood

Lilyanne Hanold

Submitted to Contest #313

Chapter 1: Hidden Notes.POV: Elizabeth. Soft, warm wafts of smoke lightly hit my face. The crackle of glowing fire buzzed in my ears gently as I warmed my marshmallow to a golden crisp. I spread a layer of melted chocolate on my honey graham crackers and slid in the marshmallow. Before the chocolate could drip any more, I took a bite. Gosh, I love autumn. Falling leaves paired with perfect s’mores—I mean, what could possibly be better? After all, the stars are gently shining in the sky like beacons leading sailors back to shore. I could almo...

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The Vessel Tethered to Glass

Lilyanne Hanold

They greet me every day, without fail, using sly smiles. I can hear them mutter behind my back, unable to figure out what to do with me. They treat me like a stranger, waving occasionally but never willing to have a full conversation. It's the same three types of people: the ones who completely ignore me, the ones who are willing to say hi but not go further, and the ones that want to get to know me but back off quickly. But there's one who's caught my eye, almost acting off-script, and I feel drawn to them by some invisible string. They've ...

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Cycle 107: Yulli

Lilyanne Hanold

⚠️ WARNING ⚠️ INCLUDES TOPICS OF MENTAL HEALTH AND PHYSICAL ABUSE THAT MAY NOT BE SUITABLE FOR SOME READERS There she is. That little human we've been watching, waiting for the perfect moment to let her in. We made sure no one was looking, and etched in the words: Admittance Granted—Ancestor Yulli. In she comes—oh how wonderful. Her little path of memory jogging has just begun. "Quite confused, aren't we, little ancestor?" "What!?" she stammered, "Who are you? WHAT are you? And why are you calling me an ancestor?" "Calm down there, Yulli, yo...

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Reflections Never Awoken

Lilyanne Hanold

Submitted to Contest #312

No crack, no boom, no giant bolt of lightning splitting the atmosphere in two and crumbling everything around it like most of us had expected. Just a clean slice, perfectly down the middle, and a quick opening to an endless void above. Screams echoed throughout the land, bodies flailing like flies stuck in honey, and the earth rumbling beneath our feet. But nothing felt real to me. I knew the screams were there but couldn't hear them. Others were running like madmen, but I couldn't see them. And the earth started to crumble beneath my feet, ...

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