Mia Klausa

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Oct, 2022

Stories (23)

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“Don't touch the stars” by Mia Klausa

Yeshua sat alone in the dessert with nothing but a blanket that he got from his mother. The cold wind hit against his hair and he looked above, waiting, even though he wasn't he really sure what he waited for. He tried to look for the star constellations that he learned in school, back in Egypt. There was the Myriad, the Bird and he could even recognize Sah. Crazy, he thought. That was a...

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“The list of a man out of time” by Mia Klausa

Written by Abad Potter on 31.12.1911What I want to do in 1912 1913 19141926 1937 19391941 1942 19451951196919781984 19851993199719992000 20012005Up until I die (wich could take ages)Note from 2005: It took, in fact, a century. I should start betting with the accuracy of my throw away lines- move to A...

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“Yellow” by Mia Klausa

I poured water in the cup Ajal gave me, took the brush, looked at the colours and already asked myself what I'm trying to do here. "What is wrong?", Ajal asked. Sunlight touched his face, a breeze messed his hair up. It look beautiful. I could draw him instead. Or the crow behind him that sat there in the tree, not caring about human nature. Or I could draw this family with three children,...

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“"You've got this, Abad" ” by Mia Klausa

"You've got this, Abad. " I was very young at my first memory, probably around four or five. My Mummy had a big belly and when I asked her why, she told me that a baby grows inside her stomach. "Like a flowa?" "Like a flower." It was a nice day. The sun shined and Mummy decided, that it would be a great idea to spent her free afternoon with her teenage son a...

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“It-Girl in a cage” by Mia Klausa

Sun doesn't starts its day. "Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!", someone says from above. The bright blinding light does. 510 doesn't know if there is a voice from above. Reality? Or imagination? It couldn't tell. No one would judge if it wouldn't make its bed....

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“A ghost in a cage” by Mia Klausa

There was nothing. No light. No sound. No feeling. Nothing too unusual, considering that I already died and that experiencing such things already a privilege is. But the strange thing was, that I wasn't dead again. It wasn't the nothingness I was already used to. I was still there. Still with the living, even if I wasn't one of them. There. T...

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“What others think of Abad Potter” by Mia Klausa

Michael Todd thinks Abad Potter doesn't fit in.Not because of his dark brown skin, his black curls or his foreign name, he isn't a racist after all. Not because of his love for ACDC or Star Wars. Not even because he seems to like the strange girl from across the street, who never talks to anyone outside of her host family.No, Michael doesn't really has a solid reasoning for why Abad doesn't fit in, nobody ever had.It isn't like he's unpopular or weird. He's generally well liked, always...

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“Eden's fruits for humanity ” by Mia Klausa

"That's a bad idea", Joshua said as Adam lighted the candles on the floor. "Oh, really? I couldn't tell." "That's a bad idea", Joshua repeated. "We can't just...summon Satan." "Yes, we can. And guess what I'm doing right now?" "A mistake", Joshua mumbled. <...

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“My last summer as a girl” by Mia Klausa

I had many strange summers growing up. The one when I was four was the one my parents divorced. The one when I was seven was the one I moved to my dad. The one when I was twelve was the one where I grew up. ...

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“The last cold night” by Mia Klausa

You would think that this night would be freezing cold, cold enough to freeze you midnight. (It sure wasn't warm, let me tell you). But I didn't really noticed, or to be precisely, I just ignored it. That had two reasons: First of all: English winters are brutal. And they don't get bet...

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“Adam and Joshua” by Mia Klausa

"No", Joshua made a step back. "It isn't-it can't be true!" Caesy just laughed like a maniac. "Well, it is. We aren't more than dolls to this maniac over there." It all started on a walk- Or was it in the schoolbus? ... Oh, you don't care?

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“The Ghost and the Ageless” by Mia Klausa

Charlotte Peyton Thomson. 1952- 1969 Daughter. Never forget. (they didn't even remembered her when she was alive) Anthony Potter. 1894 - 1912 Son. Never forget. (there was ...

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“Unspoken names (and the things they cause) ” by Mia Klausa

I had many names over the years. Some where given to me. Cinta. Pandora. Melanie. Some I gave myself. Lily. Mia. Hermine. Some where used to belittle me. Fim (b...

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“What I hate being dead” by Mia Klausa

Death isn't really interesting. It isn't flashy. There are no flames to burn or monsters to fight or even relatives to meet. It isn't loud nor quite; isn't warm nor dark; it isn't hell nor heaven. To describe death with words is like eating a soup with a knife, it's pointless. You can try as hard as you want, in the end,...

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“1968, Deytonsbury ” by Mia Klausa

Whenever Abad entered a new town, he had a few rules he made himself over the years.1. Make yourself a new name. That way no one can track you down.2. The new name should have Anthony as the first name. Should, not must.3. Try to figure out how the people are. When they're conservative, leave immediately.4. When they ask: Yes, you are christian.You are a latino (when they ask you to speak Spanish just bable anything with -o or - a at the end - they won't notice the difference.)You are 2...

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Author bio

The world is a fucking weird place and I'm just one of these weird people with a weird mind. I hope you don't go insane while reading my stories. It's not like it often happens but let's just say: It happened. Every story is somehow connected.