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Author on Reedsy Prompts since Sep, 2020
Most people thought to avoid the stairs, they said the steps went on forever. An endless string of creaking boards, spiraling up the tower like a fraying strand of dna. One step forward feels like a thousand steps backward, climbing this eternal tower.ย Itโs quite a view, standing prominent in the center of town; visible even from my cabin perched on the sloping hills in the distance. Back straight and head held high, never flinching as bombs rained down upon us. The stone feels frozen under my touch as I run a singl...
Working with shadow is difficult. Itโs slippery and my hands always come away damp. The fluid slips through my fingers in ribbons, a glistening ebony the color of coal and spiders. All light is absent from the room since even a minuscule flicker can damage the material. Burning holes in something flawless yet fragile. Onyx curtains obscure the windows, as to not let even a wisp of twilight inside the secluded workshop. The fire in the corner is cold, the wood damp. I havenโt lit it in weeks, leaving the chalky ash left t...
{Inspired by the life and works of Vincent van Gough as well as the song โVincentโ by Don McLean}Moonlight peeking through the dusty window, stars twinkling in the clear night sky, my brush on the canvas. The branches of a towering olive tree cast shadows across the dusty, wooden floors. Painted irises wind up from the ground, blooming into delicate petals of royal purple. My mind lost in the depths of my thoughts as the color spreads, consuming all white.Thoughts of The Wretched as my family c...
Thatโs the thing about this city; once fire catches, it spreads faster than any of us can imagine. It was just another ordinary day when it happened, nothing incriminating about the cream-colored clouds above our heads. The sprinkler ran in the backyard, fighting an ongoing battle to keep the wilting grass alive.ย Mother sat out on the porch swing, gently rocking back and forth as th...
Author's Note: This may be bad because I wrote almost all of it at midnight. But it's the quickest I ever finished a story. Anyway, thanks for reading! Have a fantastic day!Nothing has been the same since you left.ย After I went through the five stages of grief, as they call them, each step blurred together by the tears, I was numb. I didnโt heal, I just got better at hiding the pain. The therapist I talk to online every week has tried to help, telling me I must learn to see the brighter as...
Author's Note: This is part three of my Reedsy-cast series, The Guilds of Atmos. There are a few new characters and Guilds introduced in this part, more detail in the comment below. If I haven't gotten to your character in this part, I promise I will in the next. Thanks so much to the person helping me plan this series that prefers not to be named. And it applies to the prompts because there are spirits. Thanks for reading!~โพ~The Court of Elders sits around a large oval-shaped wooden table, the...
Authorโs Note: So, I wanted to write something this week but to be honest I didnโt really like the prompts. This isnโt my favorite story, and itโs on the short side, but it fits I guess. And the title, it's from the song Radioactive by Imagine Dragons. Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoy, and look down in the comments below for a small memorial project.Humans. Your species is quite self-centered, absorbed in their own wants and needs. Thatโs not an insult, it is merely based on fact. Your species is always trying to mak...
Author's Note: This is a collab I did with Radhika Diksha, I wrote Julie's perspective and she wrote Jay's. She is such a wonderful author so please check out her work. I'll put a link in the comments below. Thank you, happy Friday, and I hope you enjoy! September 2, 1939 I havenโt stopped crying since the letter came. My tears blotted the ink, making it spread across the paper, ย ...
Author's Note: This is part two of "The Guilds of Atmos", my Reedsy-cast series. The prompts didn't fit well for it to take place where part one left off, so this is one week before part one. Sorry if this isn't a great continuation, the prompts were hard to continue it with. Hope you enjoy it!๐๐ท๐ฎ ๐๐ฎ๐ฎ๐ด ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ฏ๐ธ๐ป๐ฎ ๐น๐ช๐ป๐ฝ ๐ธ๐ท๐ฎ, ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฎ ๐ข๐ฝ๐ช๐ป๐๐ฒ๐ฐ๐ฑ๐ฝ ๐๐ฎ๐ผ๐ฝ๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ช๐ต:Luminescent fairy lights weave through the slender branches of every tree in Atmos. Multi-colored tents are set up in the park at the center of town, they vary in c...
Author's Note: This is a collab I did with Emerald. She wrote Magnus's perspectives and I wrote Alex's. This was not meant to be a Magnus Chase fanfiction, I personally have never read that book. XD She's a really amazing author and you should definitely check out her stories, I'll put her link in a comment below. Have a fantastic rest of your morning/ afternoon/ night!๐ธ๐๐๐ฉ:The dust from the crumbling walls overhead rested on top of my head, turning my usually dark brown hair powdery white. The cracks i...
Author's Note: Okay, so this is the first part of my new Reedsy-cast series. It kind of fits the prompt, not perfectly but it was harder to make it since the prompts are mostly historical fiction. There is more detail in my comment below. Enjoy! :)๐๐๐๐๐The large gongs on all four corners of the city square chime out a deep, reverberating rhythm. Four figures dressed in ash-colored shirts and long flowing pants of the same color hold gigantic mallets in their hands. The ringing of the gongs. Eight beats ...
๐๐พ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ธ๐ป'๐ผ ๐๐ธ๐ฝ๐ฎ: ๐ ๐ญ๐ธ๐ท'๐ฝ ๐ฑ๐ช๐ฟ๐ฎ ๐ถ๐พ๐ฌ๐ฑ ๐ฝ๐ธ ๐ผ๐ช๐ ๐ช๐ซ๐ธ๐พ๐ฝ ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ผ. ๐๐ฝ'๐ผ ๐น๐ป๐ฎ๐ฝ๐ฝ๐ ๐ผ๐ฑ๐ธ๐ป๐ฝ ๐ซ๐พ๐ฝ ๐ ๐ฏ๐ฎ๐ฎ๐ต ๐ต๐ฒ๐ด๐ฎ ๐ฒ๐ฝ ๐ถ๐ธ๐ผ๐ฝ๐ต๐ ๐ฏ๐ฒ๐ฝ๐ผ ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฎ ๐น๐ป๐ธ๐ถ๐น๐ฝ. ๐'๐ถ ๐ฑ๐ธ๐ท๐ฎ๐ผ๐ฝ๐ต๐ ๐ท๐ธ๐ฝ ๐ผ๐พ๐ป๐ฎ ๐ช๐ซ๐ธ๐พ๐ฝ ๐ฒ๐ฝ, ๐ผ๐ธ ๐ฏ๐ฎ๐ฎ๐ญ๐ซ๐ช๐ฌ๐ด ๐ฒ๐ผ ๐ช๐น๐น๐ป๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ฒ๐ช๐ฝ๐ฎ๐ญ. ๐ฃ๐ฑ๐ช๐ท๐ด๐ผ ๐ฏ๐ธ๐ป ๐ป๐ฎ๐ช๐ญ๐ฒ๐ท๐ฐ!Six years.Thatโs how long I spent on that ship, the ship that never seemed to go anywhere good. The wind took our sails from one bomb to another, one battle to another. Never anywhere good.I didnโt have a purpose there, they could have survived this thing they call a โwarโ without me. A few extra ...
Author's Note: This is a collab with the amazing author Nainika Gupta, credit to her for the dialogue between siblings as well as the title. I will put a link to her part (Leo's POV) and her page in the comments below. Enjoy! :)I was sitting outside my favorite cafe in Paris when I got the call. The waiter here always seats me outside, knowing while I sip my drink I love to gaze out at the city as it falls asleep. Hues of a myriad of colors, reds, pinks, oranges, and yellows, are painted across their canvas, the sky. I a...
The things are tossed into my bags one at a time; my clothes, the frames I used to keep by our bedside,ย the books I used to keep on our bookshelves. Bluebell tries to climb inside, but I pick up his furry body and place him on the bed, earning a mew of complaint. As I hang the heavy luggage over my shoulders, I take one last look at the room we used to share.My cold, slender fingers sweep the moisture out of my eyes. I donโt want to cry, not now. Not with you waiting for me at the door. The room looks bare now, only...
Authorโs Note: This is a collab I did with the awesome author Katelyn Howell. I put her link in the comments below, please check out her part (Addieโs POV) and the rest of her amazing stories. She is going to continue this story as a series, so that explains the ending. Thanks for being here, I hope you enjoy it. Have a spectacular day!โโโIโm woken up in the morning by the chime of a text on my phone. I dizzily pull myself out of bed and snatch the device from my bedside table, swiping it open. One mess...
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