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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 (being the equivalent to "fat little daughter") Pelongo. Weirdo (not really a name, but they called me that anyway). I liked some of them. Mia. Pandora. Bianca. (even if I know they aren't me). I hated some of them. Pepinka. Salami. Plani. (even if I know they aren't me) The second name I got was...
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, you still haven't gotten anything from it. It's easier to describe being dead when you know how it's like being alive. Life is...interesting. It's hard, even cruel from time to time. Somet...
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 21.You're here to work for anyone who's willing to pay.An...
Day 18Day 27Day 32Day 51Dear Stella,Yesterday after my last entry I didn't did anything really exciting. Just practised drawing cows (still can't do it! What's just so hard with these fat dalmatian horses?) and studied for my math exam (I feel quite prepared but as I know Mrs. Tilton, she probably made the hardest exam mankind known).I've just finished breakfast (Toast with peanut butter and a mango jogurt; 6/10, liked the jogurt. The toast kind of smelled but the peanut butter leveled it up) and thought about dolphins, for whatever reason...
You and I were eleven when we met.We never saw each other before, because you went to the same elementary school like everyone else and I in another one.But as I looked behind me in class I saw you and I immediately wished to be your friend.So during lunch I tried to bring up my confidence, gathering it and using it for you."Hello", I said."Hello", you answered, looking me in the eyes, something none of the other kids did.I can't remember who of us asked to sit beside each other, the next thing I know is that I sit giggling with you eating t...
"Milk, eggs, potatoes and carrots. Forget anything?", Ajal said, seemingly talking to himself. What he didn't do. "Bread", I answered. He nodded, took a shopping cart and we headed straight to the vegetables section. Ajal always came with me shopping. People could freak out if they just saw how some groceries "flew" around. What meant that Ajal did most of the shopping. Typically, I just wandered around, marveling at the amount and variety of the products. Like seriously, ...
I had many friends over the course of my life but the only one that stuck with me the whole time was a old cranky tree in the park. Dirt covers my shoes, turning them brown. My Mum would've kill me if I would've done that, I thought smiling. Little white and purble flowers spread across the grass, spring is coming. Funny thing, the seasons. The plants and animals are born, live and go sleep just because...yeah, why? I should've make my school work, but what's the point, honestly? In twenty, maybe fifty years they'll change again what I...
"So, what's the catch?"I was often described as smart by me classmates and family friends. Asking thousand questions, grabbing everything in my sight, reading a lot. My Mummy always said, I will be something great when I grow up.This wasn't one of my smart ideas (I barely have these nowadays).And maybe (just maybe) I'll never grow up (but just maybe. Nothing's granted).The man in front of me looked at me like a maniac. What, did he thought I would just agree?I'm a stupid Fool, not dump.And this man called himself doctor..."What do you mean '...
It once was a girl.The girl loved a lot. Her family, her friends, her home.(The stories she made up)Bright light. Shooting soldiers. Why can't that all just stop?Nightly Flashbacks are the worst.Loud noise. Screaming. From whom? The soldiers or the threats?A nightmare is still dreamed.She promised it. She promised to be good. False promises.She was supposed to laugh."Save yourself!"Many people said that to her. Nobody survived.(That's just survivors guilt, okay?)Life is just an never ending dream (nightmares are dreams).She was replaced by i...
"So...we have a corpse." "Is that a question?" "He's definitely dead, so no." "I apologize." "For what?" "That you have to see this." "Don't apologize. It's his fault to attack us, not yours." "I should've done something different..." "Caesy, you saved us. Don't blame yourself." "You don't understand, Tia. I never wanted to be like...like him. And now I just killed someone." "Caesy, you aren't like him. He murders people because he enjoys it. You killed someone to save someone else. There's a difference." "It wasn't hard, you know. I don't f...
The world is cruelTriggerwarning:Child neglect, child abuse, substance abuse, suicideThat was the first thing I learned. I don't know how I got this information: Maybe it was when my father turned to nothing but a ghost; maybe it was when my mother became the person she never wanted to be.It doesn't matter.The world is cruel.I already knew that, even when I didn't knew the word 'cruel' or how big the world is.The thing I knew, even at the rip age of seven, was that no one deserved to be hit by their parents and that no one should be separate...
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