Maybe Jupiter

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Aug, 2019

Stories (9)

9 Stories

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“Broken Wings” by Maybe Jupiter

Submitted to Contest #58

They say it was the past that drove her crazy.Those carefree days when she had still been ruthless drunk on all fours, crawling across the calacatta-marble counter table, howling into the night. When inky black shadows that used to lurk only in the corners seemed to somehow materialize, an acrid tangibility that tried to rip apart her soul. When the blackbirds sang a daunting tune as if somewhat beckoning him. The eerie silence whispering in his ear, threatening to inch their way across his veins. She was left with nothing but regret.Listen ...

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“Little Flower Girl” by Maybe Jupiter

Submitted to Contest #16

There was a crowd of people in front of the stadium again. It was the perfect chance to make some money.I could hear the screams and cries of the helpless prisoner, and the unforgiving laugh of the people around him. They were almost bloodthirsty, and I felt myself shiver.“Flowers for a shilling! Flowers cheap, for only a shilling.”Nobody looked around at me. They were focused on the hanging. I raised my voice.“Flowers for a shilling! Anyone like to buy? Flowers for a shilling!”Still no one.I felt my body tense and I quivered, hopeless. Nobo...

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“The Curse of Gifts” by Maybe Jupiter

Submitted to Contest #15

I didn’t have to learn. I could have just sat down and watch everyone die. Watch the world end. Watch everything that gave life a meaning be destroyed. And I would’ve still been fine. On the outside, that is.On the inside, I would be ripped apart. I would feel a deep ache in my heart every single day, and feel weak at the thought of it. I would be dead, deep inside. I wouldn’t have a reason to be alive anymore. Sure, I could make up a lame excuse like ‘if I’m alive then I wouldn’t have to suffer from dying, and the pain of it’. But the...

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“Ghostify” by Maybe Jupiter

Submitted to Contest #13

The wind was blowing south again. There were hundreds of bodies floating in the air, and not everyone enjoyed it.The president was screaming about how he would lose his job and be a laughing matter to everyone. And the assistant of the president was screaming about how he would lose his job and be a laughing matter to the president.Children raced around trying to be the first to collect candy from the trees. Jerald Lison from class thirty-two was teasing Mary-Anne Grey and making her give all her candy to him. Freda Grey was trying to s...

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“Forever ” by Maybe Jupiter

Submitted to Contest #12

There was a splatter of bird poop on the car window again. Jenine studied it with interest. It was the color of frosting that was used for the local supermarket’s carrot cakes, with a few specks of inky-black and chocolate-brown. It stood there for a while, and they watched each other.Jenine sighed, and slowly unfolded the stained tea towel.She rubbed it against the window, and in a second, it was gone.Just like everything else in her life was.Dear Heri, I wonder how you are doing. Life is so different without you, and so strange at the same...

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“The Dolphin held by Chains” by Maybe Jupiter

Submitted to Contest #11

“Happy birthday,” chuckled Katy with her usual grin, only a million times wider.“So, your eleven! Oh darling…” Mama cried, tears in her eyes.“Good old days,” commented dear Aunt Beth.The little girl stumbled towards her presents, dizzy from all the excitement, and eager for what was up ahead…“Happy birthday,” whispered Miria to herself. She traced over the long-forgotten words that had been carved onto the old oak tree.Miria trembled, and felt uneasy. The place was different now. The table which all the presents had once stood grandly on, th...

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“jUst rIght” by Maybe Jupiter

Submitted to Contest #10

“Okay, thank you all for choosing me as your artist of the year this year! I thank you very much, and now let me just tell you-”I sigh, and throw the pencil that I have tapped nearly a thousand times with onto the ground. It lands with the usual tut, and lay there still. I watch the pencil for a while, and study all of the teeth marks and scratches from anxiety through the previous few years. Not that there is much to study. I have looked at it the same way yesterday. And maybe the day before. And maybe… I scream in frustration, fingering my...

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“Piece of Candy” by Maybe Jupiter

Submitted to Contest #9

If the world was a piece of candy, then the first thing that Rosie McQuentin would do, would be to eat it. She was awfully greedy. The men who secretly smoked next the forbidden alley agreed. The women with long blonde hair who always crowded around each other and squealed at everything, would certainly nod furiously without any hesitation. Little Johnny Parker from down the street would give a big thumbs up to that statement. Even Mr and Mrs McQuentin would sadly shake their heads and say that unfortunately it w...

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“Brave” by Maybe Jupiter

Submitted to Contest #3

I sit, very still. If I stand up, then they will see me. If I move to the sides, the thorns will prick me. Either way, I'm going to die. I don't struggle, not anymore. I've learnt that struggling is bad.Bad, bad, bad. They laugh at you when you struggle, just like they did when I first came here.Bad, bad, bad.I shudder.My throat burns, more than ever. It feels as though a ball of fire has gone through it. I've never had a ball of fire go through my throat before. But they won't be afraid to do it.They're not afraid. They're never afraid. Not...

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Author bio

Why doesn't glue stick inside the bottle? I wrote my first story on Reedsy at 11, I'm now 14 as of May 2022 :) I'm not very active so I'm sorry if I don't reply to your comments! Working on something big so that is why I don't post stories very often. Hoping to post soon