Minerva Noiropp

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Nov, 2021

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“Bitchy Life” by Minerva Noiropp

Well, they say I should write a story about being grateful. I'm grateful for a lot, more so than most. To whom am I grateful for? Myself, for creating the change and following through on decisions, holding to them and learning to say no to the greater consensus.Now, on to the story.I am grateful for:Learning to say no, mean it and keep to it. I learned the value of saying no a few years ago and I haven't looked back since. I used to be the "yes" girl. Would you do this for me? Yes. Would you do that for me? Yes. Would you hurt yourself so I ...

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“Karma already has your names” by Minerva Noiropp

I'm 50. I'm disabled with a physical disability involving the spine due to repeated abuse by others and inflammatory, also because of abuse by others. I also have PTSD. I'm quiet and I keep to myself. I study full time at uni, have a casual job in mental health and plenty of volunteer work. I've lead a hard life, never been touched in a nice way by a man, and have been stalked incessantly by a group of insane sexual predators. That's the background.When your bullied, the idea behind the bullies, is that they will break you down to destroy yo...

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“I'm Free” by Minerva Noiropp

There comes a time in every persons life where major choices are made. Often, these choices do not appear in the form of a "yes" or "no" question. There a small choices that lead to bigger choices. My choice was huge. My choice was simple. My choice was this, do I surrender to Christ for eternal life and walk the walk, or do I continue on the path of eventual spiritual destruction. I made the choice to surrender to Christ. This wasn't easy, because I realised that I was embroiled in massive spiritual warfare not of my own making. But, I was...

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“The Riders and Their Horses” by Minerva Noiropp

Exodus 15:21 NKJV "The horse and its rider He has thrown into the sea!" Revelation 19:11 NKJV "Now I saw heaven opened, and behold, a white horse. And He who sat on him was called Faithful and True, and in righteousness He judges and makes war." "Speak now!" I glared at the man before me. He stood over 6 feet tall, dressed in mason blue with a red tie, white shirt and the ring with it's compass and square. I frowned. The Freemasons had started out respectable, decent, fighting for freedom and humanity. Over the p...

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“Euthenasia” by Minerva Noiropp

*** Note: This story does not quite adhere to the prompt. It is a story about a people shelter, run by a cat. ***SETTING:A plasma wave hit planet earth a few years ago, making all cats more conscious than the average human. Something had happened to the people, there, too. The gangstalkers, humans who were evil, had lost whatever ability they had to work their brain (not that they were using what they had, otherwise they wouldn't have been stalkers). The humans who were on the path to enlightenment, had become completely enlightened.Queen ru...

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“Kiss my ass, Elite.” by Minerva Noiropp

The Illuminati can kiss my ass. They can spy on me and mess up my life. They can send their stalkers at me en masse. They can kick up the dust and bring me strife. I don’t care. I do not care. Not at all I serve a higher power than they are. They tried to set me up for a big fall. These bitches ain’t the driver of my car. I know who I am and know my value. I have much spiritual worth to God. I don’t mince words and what I speak is true. I don’t need to listen to stalker frauds. Everybody is lying about me. Even to my face and they know...

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“The Past is not the Present and it will never be the Future” by Minerva Noiropp

Everyday I wake up feeling glorious. I am aligned with myself and my purpose. My first conscious thoughts of the day, every day, is the hubbub of the subconscious. I am already giving glory to God. The God I give glory and praise to is the God, the total God of every universe and dimension and cosmos. It is the God of every living creature and inanimate object. It feels good, this flowing through my veins, this praise, this worship, this glory. It elevates my soul and I know beyond any reasonable doubt, beyond any doubt at all, that I am on...

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“No Luck for the Elite” by Minerva Noiropp

Nobody knew when the program had started. It had started so far back in the past that it had been lost. There was evidence that even the prophets had undergone this program. What program is this? Gang stalking. If you peruse a Bible carefully, and even your history books, you will see evidence of this program. Not much, of course, because the people running this business don’t like the light to be shined on them. In the Bible it speaks of fathers passing their children through the flames of suffering. You will see evidence of many prophets h...

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“Good Karma” by Minerva Noiropp

Resolution one: IGNORE THE STALKERS Right. Easier said than done. Even as these words spill onto the paper I know some bottom feeding stalker is reading these words preparing to launch an attack based on them. So, how do I ignore the stalkers? I suppose I mentally elevate until their shit doesn’t register. I’ve already come a long way for that this year. Less than half of their shit reaches my conscious. Before you get excited, it doesn’t reach my subconscious either. I kind of half notice things and think, it isn’t relevant to me and it ge...

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“The Contract” by Minerva Noiropp

The day sweltered. Sweat beaded together on my forehead, dripping down my face in rivulets. It was Saturday, the 31st of December 2022. The last day of yet another dull, uneventful year in the life of this targeted individual. I scrolled through twitter, refreshing MSM news. Nothing new. Same stupid trolls and trashy headlines. I looked at the fools speaking in a variety of hashtags. Nothing truly enlightening or intelligent seemed to come from them. I wondered if it was some sort of disease. It surprised me, all these likes that such utter...

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“Christmas is Whatever” by Minerva Noiropp

I walked into the room. Each person struck the pose that they had been programmed, groomed, conditioned and trained to by the Elite. These poses were supposed to mean something to me. The only thing it meant is I was dealing with easily trained monkeys. A couple people grabbed their nose, another person grasped at their neck, three people rubbed their chin, three others covered an eye with a hand, the remained shoved their hands in their pockets and stared at their feet. It is weird being the only living person in a room full of plastic peop...

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“End The War, Already!” by Minerva Noiropp

The three men of power sat silent in the tiny cubicle. Two of the men, one from country R and and one from country U, sat as far away from each other as the could. In the size of this cubicle, that meant they were still knee to knee. Dirty looks were passed between them. One would catch the eyes of the other, and they would both look away, only to return to each other and shoot glares of death. The middleman, a man from country I, sat between them on one side of the table, which meant on the other side, they were bumping elbows.None of the m...

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“The Truth is Hard to Swallow” by Minerva Noiropp

The room is dark. Curtains, double-thickness, are closed. Windows are shut. Lights are off. No illumination in the room except for the glowing potion swirling in the glass on the floor before me as I face east.I gazed at it, with wariness. What would happen when I lifted this viscous liquid to my lips? I wondered. What was going to happen to my mind or body? The recipe for the potion was called “Truth”. I had no idea what it meant, but I was willing to try anything at this point.What had lead me to the point of wanting the “Truth”? Well, I a...

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“Snake Fam” by Minerva Noiropp

*Full of sensitive themes. The story is about an adult, who was grossly abused, writing to the power that enabled this evil to occur. It is also a statement about how evil a society is that is comfortable that these things were done to a little girl, and they turned a blind eye.*FamilyAin'tWorthShitDear Mister Devil,Let’s talk.Let’s talk about the family I was born into. You know, the 3 teenagers and 2 adults that were blessed by God to have me. Let’s talk about how your demons in human skin offered my family money, family, wealth, fame, opp...

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“Sarcatsic” by Minerva Noiropp

Saturday.Glorious Saturday.Saturday represents the planet Saturn in astrology. Saturn is in the malefic 8th house in my natal chart and is sitting in old age. I’ve had a shit of a life. Stronger language would be used, but I made a vow to God. I take my vows seriously.Some of the shit was self-inflicted, but the reality is the drama has been brought to me non-stop by a bunch of evil assholes. I’m over it. I’ve moved on. I’ve remembered the lessons and I have forgiven them. Any thing begins to smell like the past I will change course and avoi...

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