Minerva Noiropp

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Nov, 2021

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“Miracles” by Minerva Noiropp

Ruth woke up in the morning, happy, grateful, full of joy and bliss flowing through her veins. To the average reader, one would think that ruth had the perfect life. She doesn’t. Ruth is a targeted individual who was tortured and programmed by the Illuminati as a child. For her entire life, never missing a day, not only did the elite pay other people to be evil towards her, they also did their best to trigger her into acts of self-harm. One might think this is out of the realm of possibility but do you research. Stay away from the kooks and ...

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“I love you God.” by Minerva Noiropp

In silence, I move through time and space. It isn't real silence, however. It isn't an unfriendly silence either. In fact, it is some of the most companionable silence I have ever felt, even though, to a physical observer I seem alone. Except, I'm not. The only thing that might give away what is really going on inside me are the words I speak before even opening my eyes. "God, I love you." I sleep on my own, so please, don't think I'm calling some fool with a stinky, floppy, useless, inadaquate cock, God. Hell no. This business of women call...

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“No Plan” by Minerva Noiropp

No plan. I have no plan for this story. I am not even sure if it will be a story. What defines a story? Perhaps this will be more of a tirade, as my loyal (to whom?) readers are used to me posting as stories. My winges and wines (no, not that kind of wine) on life and my situation. So, a story without a plan, does that mean I am to write a story without planning it or will there be a point in this story where the B-team shows up and Flannigan mentions to the crazy white guy, the man in love with himself, and the tough Indigenous (I live in ...

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“God” by Minerva Noiropp

This is the first chapter of my new story God. I think it fits. To read it please go to: https://www.inkitt.com/stories/fantasy/967598#position-1 I stretch my forelegs above my head, and my hind legs out beyond my tail. My eyes force themselves open. Bright light blazes into my pupils, forcing them to contract. My mouth strains as a silent yawn tumbles past my whiskers. “God, God, where are you?” a deep, throaty voice calls. Adam, I think to myself, is wanting me again. I created him from clay, breathing life into his nostrils. There are s...

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“Enlightenment - Ups and Downs” by Minerva Noiropp

One job is finished. I get in the car. My eyes look outward, my mind turns within. Things changed when I became enlightened. My energetic reality shifted, though my physical one did not. I became more aware of the fact that I am not my body or thoughts, I am the observer of my thoughts. And even then, is that me, or is that not me? Who is me? Enlightenment does not answer questions. Enlightenment creates questions for your consciousness to ponder, that is if, you are conscious. Most people in this world, the physical reality, are not conscio...

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“Exit Stalkers” by Minerva Noiropp

No means: No.No means: I do not consent.No means: Not negotiable.No means: A negative response to your unreasonable request.GOON CENTRAL FUSION CENTRE: Two and a half years from now.“Welp, that’s it. For the last two and a half years, that gal has consistently said no,” goon operative one mentioned to the room. He glanced at each one of his teammates in turn. They had been operating a campaign against the ‘Individual’ for 52.5 years. Men and women, in the military and police, along with the alphabet soup agencies, had come and gone. The...

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“Where I come from” by Minerva Noiropp

Where I come from, things are very different. Different how, you ask? Well, for starters we are all souls without bodies. Where I come from Jesus sits beneath the tree communicating mind to mind with Buddha. Imhotep comforts Joan of Arc. St Framcis assists Mohammed. Moses and Plato spin stars from their orbits. Sometimes we see the final result of that as asteroids passing through the sky. Most souls on planet Earth do not come from this particular group, however I do. If you want to know what soul group a person comes from, you need only ob...

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“Jezebel Spirit Attachment” by Minerva Noiropp

‘You will never be content,’ I say to myself, glancing at the woman in the driveway across from me. All dressed in red, like a harlot of old, a broad smile, faking friendliness, with a hand raised, just like an Elite pet slave would. I cringe, internally, as I glimpse the darkness behind her. Something long and thin is stretched out behind her. I can see a thick cord of blackness stretching from beneath the back of the woman’s ribs to this spirit. What kind of spirit is it? I glance again at the woman who either is or is pretending to be a ...

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“Meal Deal” by Minerva Noiropp

The restaurant was vast, stretching out to infinity on all sides of me. The table, however, was short, squat, ensuring that my opponent and I sat nearly nose to nose across from each other. My heart thudded in anticipation. I had finally gotten the horned nightmare to sit with me at a table in real time. We were not here to sample the cuisine. We were here to nut out a life changing agreement. One that would ensure a life full of glorious rewards for me, in exchange for a soul.I glanced at the menu, cringing as I noticed the fare. This could...

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“Recipe for Disaster” by Minerva Noiropp

There is truth in fiction.***5 buckets of thinly veiled Greed4 cups of Arrogance (haughty preferred)3 cups of Cruelty2 cups of SelfishnessCombine ingredients. Time will work it out.***I lay on my bed, labouring at my breathe. In, wheeze, gasp. Out, wheeze, gasp. Performing a banishing of energies around me had worn me out, as it was wont to do at my ripe old age of 95. My astrologer had predicted I would die at 92 from a respiratory tract infection. I had predicted I would die sometime in my 90’s from the next Black Plague I had predicted 50...

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“The Holy Spirit” by Minerva Noiropp

Define Living Water: The flowing stream of bright Gold liquid direct from the trine of the divine. Drinking from this river of light ensures wisdom, right action and eternal peace upon physical death. Without it, one is chained to the Devil (suffering) for eternity. Remember, there is no sleep in eternity, only consciousness, regardless of spiritual evolution. Qlippoth Slaves: People enmeshed in the darkness of doing evil deeds - see gang stalkers. Is this going to be another story with a moral by-line? Yes. If you can not handle it, st...

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“Current of Currency” by Minerva Noiropp

The great reset came, but not how the masses expected. When it was time for it to arrive, God stepped in, removing authority from the frauds that called themselves Elite. Who are the Elite, really? Their souls were tares and chafe, they were not Gods elected. If you question my reasoning, simply look at their fruit (behaviour). On with the story. The majority of society had morally bankrupted itself, not to mention physically, too. Gold had no value. The Elite had stolen all the gold for themselves, moving the large sums into their own perso...

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“Perpetrators” by Minerva Noiropp

THE ENTIRE LIST OF SENSITIVE CONTENT MAY BE COVERED. Once again, we are going to delve into the weird and not so wonderful world of gang stalking - the descendant of the Nazi Stasi campaign that is being orchestrated by the Americans and their allies full of all lies. Let's face it, you can't get more questionable in morals than someone who is always lying to get their own way. By now, if your a loyal reader, you would have figured a few things out from my various interconnecting stories. This is good, because it relieves me of the need to s...

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“Stalker Stupidity” by Minerva Noiropp

Another glorious week and here we are back at the prompts getting out another message to the masses where most of the time the M is very silent. For a long time as a targetted individual I wanted to become a stalker. I thought it would be wonderful to be on their payroll, to be one of them. Hell, I know I can improve on it. Anything would be better than being a targetted individual, wouldn't it? Have a cushy life, being one of them, getting favour from all the right people. What more could a woman who has been beaten, raped, lied to, and sto...

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“Dedicated to my enemies” by Minerva Noiropp

This is going to be a somewhat unusual little diddy. I woke up this morning to find these prompts in my inbox. It is almost like my enemies are begging me to dash them a touch of my attention. After all, they are pathological liars, and I have caught them out over and over throughout my time with them. Of course, every story needs a little background, such as, who are my enemies? How long have they been my enemies? Why are they my enemies? Who are my enemies? The Freemasons, the elite, the Illuminati, and their pet toys, the stalkers. I've ...

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