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Marissa Reilly

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Dec, 2020

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Rosfair

TW: Suicide, death, mental health, some slight gore**NOT RELATED TO PROMPT**This was an untitled draft for so long, and I'm so happy to say that it's finished!**I stand on the shipwreck, watching the frothy waves toss bits of wood and various pieces of soggy furniture around. As I look around, I can see ghostly figures picking their way around the shipwreck, some stopping to talk to one another, others stopping to stare and the gray clouds quickly turning black. Most, however, like me, have stopped to stare at the looming shape on the horizo...

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Kanoa's (Personal) Journal/ Kanoa’s (Pilikino) Pūnaewele

*NOT RELATED TO PROMPT! I found this story in my drive, and I remember that I wrote it in 7th grade, so I'm surprised at how good it was! I fixed it up a little bit, and I must say, it's a pretty good story!* Kanoa’s (Personal) Journal Kanoa’s (Pilikino) Pūnaewele Friday, 4/3/19 Leinani is beautiful, popular, smart… did I mention she’s beautiful? She’s also the center of EVERYONE’S attention. Including my parents’. They fuss over her every little “boo─boo”(that’s seriously what Leinani calls her scrapes, ...

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Chickens: Burning the World Down One House at a Time

“I remember now. I forgot to-”You forgot to close the door, and a burning chicken ran into the house, and set your couch on fire. The flames spread, and soon your entire house was burning to the ground.“What kind of story is that?”Duh. It’s yours, silly. “No, it’s not.”Of course it is. You said, “I forgot to-” and you were going to say, “I forgot to close the door, and a burning chicken ran int-"“No, I was NOT going to say that. I was going to say, “I forgot to close the-”The oven door, and you also forgot to turn off the...

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Beautiful- The Legend of the North Star

"Beautiful," whisper the stars"You are beautiful." "But how can you say that?"I whisper back. "Because, child, it is the truth,"the stars sing into my ears. &nbs...

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The Meaning of Skribbls

I don't know when the Skribbls doc was first made. I don't know exactly why, either, except that there was a group of people who played Skribbl together, and thus made the doc. But things have changed. Skribbl is no longer played- at least, not as a group. Half of the people who were on the doc last year aren't on the doc this year, or even on Reedsy. Maya Emerson, Bill Cipher, Nainika Gupta... just a few of the people that have been gone so long, it seems like they're just names now. Memories. Dreams we struggle to hold on to, lest we lose ...

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Steak and Potatoes [Are My Favorite]

Trigger Warning: Death and Potatoes *Not related to prompt* My name is Sasha, but my older brother, Ricky, likes to call me “Salsa”. He says it’s because I can be “mild” one day and “spicy” the next, whatever that means. Older brothers can be a HUGE pain in the neck sometimes, especially mine, but I still love him anyway. I like to call him “Ole Rickety” because his bones creak so much. Back when we were younger, though, I didn’t have anything to call him, except “meanie”, but now that we’re older, his creaky bones have earned him a...

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A Collection of Poems

This is a small collection of poems written by me. I didn’t feel like writing a story yet. Yeah, I know, I’m lazy. The first one is from second grade. But don’t say it’s good, because there was a format already, and I just filled in the blanks with things personal to me. My personal favorite is the one I wrote last year, at a time in my life when I was beginning to realize how awful I was being to certain people, especially one in particular. (Hint: Both the first and last name are people from the Bible). I was also beginning to realize that...

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Can I Trust You? (Part 2)

*This was a collab with Abigail Cross. She was originally going to post it, but she was unable to. Also, it was originally supposed to be submitted under the "Because I said so" prompt of the last contest, but unfortunately, it was a little late.*Alya: I slowly back away, the knife gleaming on the ground, memory after horrid memory seeping into my mind. I back up into a large tree as I raise my hands, my birthmark glowing a lightning blue instead of the usual soft color. Adrenaline shoots through my veins as Charlie looks at me, his intense ...

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Can I Trust You?

*Author's Note: This is a collab/roleplay that I did with Abigail Cross, and amazing friend, fellow Christian, and extremely talented author. This is Part 1 (yep, it's a series!) and Abbie will be submitting Part 2 (when we write it) with her stories. Enjoy!Abigail Cross: https://blog.reedsy.com/creative-writing-prompts/author/edbcba/Alya Ross: I ran through the forest, thin branches whipping my face. Hot tears streamed down my cheeks as I remembered the horrid nights I spent crying myself to sleep in the musty basement I once lived. They al...

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The Wedding of Flowers ("The Islander" Part 3)

Many moons have passedAnd I have almost forgotten The storm that tookSo many on theShip that took me fromMy island and my family.I still long for my familyI long to run with myBrothers on the beachTeasing them as I race past them.I long to roam the meadows withMy sisters and pickFragrant flowers to braid Into our hair and Bring home to Mother.How I miss my island’s rosesThat smelled like fresh mossAnd the lavender sprigsThat smelled so sweet,Relaxing us with their smell.I miss the vines of honeysuckleThat teased our faces as w...

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The Storm ("The Islander" Part 2)

PrologueThe water is darkIt is filling my noseMy mouthAnd it is swirling.Swirling dangerously,As if it will suck me downInto the depths,And never return me.My adrenaline kicks inMy legs pump andMy arms propel me in theDirection that IHope is up.But why then doesThe water growDarker?Why then does itFeel as ifI have been swimming for hours?I ask these things to myselfAnd then I black-out.The last thing I seeIs someone swimming towards me.The last thing I feel isSomeone taking me in their armsAnd then swimmingBack to the surface.***************...

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The Trade ("The Islander" Part 1)

The sand under my feetIs warm,Like chicken Just roasted overA warm fire.The air that I'm breathing Tastes like salt,Like ocean sprayAnd the breeze is Blowing softly,Bringing shouts Snapping me out ofMy tranquil daydream.I look down the beachAnd see people running,Shouting and pointingTo the open sea.I look out across the oceanAnd see white cloudsMoving in fast.And then I see That these are not clouds.They are sails,And they belong to a ship.A crowd has gathered by now.People murmur amongst themselves,Wondering what t...

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Beyond the Shadows (Ivy's POV)

Submitted to Contest #81

*Ivy’s Note* This is a collab with Nainika Gupta, an OUTSTANDING author, friend, and the best know-it-all I’ve ever known. (That’s a compliment.) As Nainika mentioned, we decided on JFK’s assassination. And as Nainika also mentioned, she has taken the assassin’s POV (link below), and I have taken the doctor’s POV. Enjoy! P.S. If you don’t know who Nainika is, then shame on you! JK, but here’s her profile page link so you can follow her!https://blog.reedsy.com/creative-writing prompts/contests/80/submissions/54448/P.P.S. This was suppose...

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A Ringing Silence

Submitted to Contest #80

*Ivy's Note* This story is dedicated to all the Holocaust survivors, and all of the Jews who perished during this terrible event. I also dedicate this to Nainika Gupta and Bill Cipher, who gave me critique on it before I even finished it. I'm also dedicating it to Maya Emerson and Sapphire, and all my fellow Reedsy lovers that I haven't met. (Yet.)https://blog.reedsy.com/creative-writing-prompts/author/ccbca4/https://blog.reedsy.com/creative-writing-prompts/author/mufasa/https://blog.reedsy.com/creative-writing-prompts/author/87fbc6/https://...

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Dear Danie, You're No Longer Dear

TW: child abuse Dear Danie, I've crossed out the "Dear" because you're no longer dear to me. How could you be, after all you've done to me? I'm disgusted at the thought of you. I can't stand the sound of your voice. I can't stand the sight of your face. The pain that your rough, dirty hands brought to my face still lingers, like a ghost. The bruises, the welts, the cuts, that your worn, fake-diamond studded belt brought to my arms, my legs, my body, are still there, the cuts now scars that will never heal, the bruises mottling my body...

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