Millie Spence

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Dec, 2019

Stories (22)

22 Stories

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“Dear Diary, I’m a mess ” by Millie Spence

Submitted to Contest #36

4th April, 20- Dear Diary,I’ve never written in a diary before. I’ve always perceived them as foolish or trivial. But here I am, writing one. I’ve begun due to finding myself in a rather emotional situation and I thought it would be interesting to look back on these writings in 10 or 20 years’ time. Well, I must get on to my point; I have a crush. That would be fine if it was the nice girl in my chemistry club (the one everyone keeps telling me to get with), but no it’s Alex Fox, the ‘bad boy’ of the year. Not only is it bad enough being the...

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“Spring was meant to be our time ” by Millie Spence

Submitted to Contest #35

It was 5pm, the dance was about to start in two hours. Those two hours, for most, was spent excitedly getting ready for a fun night ahead of them. This wasn’t the case for Finnley, however. He was sat on his bed, looking down at the crimson coloured tie held in his hand; the one that matched with Xander. Tears began burning in his eyes when he thought about the latter boy. He felt a gentle hand on his shoulder.“What do you want?” He asked, eyes fixed on the wall in front of him.“You’re going to be late.” The voice whispered, gently picking u...

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“falling for the weird kid ” by Millie Spence

Submitted to Contest #28

So, picture this, it’s the last year of sixth form and I found myself falling for the guy that had been in my A level biology class for the last two years. I had only been going to this school since the start of year 12, and I instantly found him attractive. However, it hadn’t evolved into love or infatuation until about a year later. Let me paint a picture of him. He was weird. Not a bit weird that he would say something inappropriate at the wrong time. But concerningly weird. He used to bite people and walk around in a strange dominance st...

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“Snowy mornings and warm smiles ” by Millie Spence

Submitted to Contest #23

It was a cold, snowy day in the centre of London. The usual hustle and bustle of the busy city was silenced by a sheet of glistening white. The surrounding universities were closed for the day due to the thick blanket of the cold substance. The two Brits sat on their windowsill, eyes alight with child-like glee. Peter and Xander, having lived in countries where it did snow, were not as impressed. However, they both loved snow and have enjoyed playing in the snow since they were children.“It hasn’t snowed in ages!” Finnley squealed, excited p...

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“Stressed Finnley is not best Finnley ” by Millie Spence

Submitted to Contest #20

Finnley poked his head of the red velvet curtain and was greeted with a sight that horrified him. There was hundreds of people, looking as though they were prepared to eat him alive with sharp, malicious teeth. He felt his heart start to race. Knees weak, his palms were sweaty. He tried to catch his breath but he couldn’t. Was he dying? He couldn’t be dying; he’s been really healthy lately. But there was that cold lately. He felt his throat become scratchy and dry. He coughed. And coughed. And coughed. Yep, he was dying. He can’t perform, he...

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“Dragons do not make good customers ” by Millie Spence

Submitted to Contest #19

It was 9 AM on a Friday. Black Friday to be precise. Ruby was shaking in her boots, ready to be greeted with angry alchemists looking for bottles of immortality for 70% off. She was rummaging around the candlelit shop when she heard the bell of the door ring, signalling someone was there. She popped her heard over the counter slightly, causing a pile of spell books to fall off of the counter. She heard the person scoff, disgusted.“You should be more careful.” An old looking fairy cast a judgemental eye over at the teenage witch. Beside her w...

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“All's fair in love and war ” by Millie Spence

Submitted to Contest #18

Xander’s fingers tensed around the object in his hands, ready to pull it out in a moment’s notice. His eyes locked on his target, a small, freckled teen, fumbling around with laces on his boots.“My people won’t let you win. Not this time.” The former spoke, keeping his tone low and ominous. The small boy brought his gaze forward, eyes burning their way through the soul of the taller boy.“I wouldn’t be too sure about that, my friend.” He chuckled, menacingly. His lips turned up into a cruel smile, causing the tanned boy to take a step back, i...

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Just someone who enjoys to create characters and worlds!