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Moon Lion

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Aug, 2020

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Till the foul crimes done... are burnt and purged away.

Moon Lion

In his three years of being a medium for ghosts, Connor had learnt that there were three main rules to being a ghost: Rule One, that ghosts were tied to places or objects that killed them. Their houses, gravesites, the places and items that they were hurt badly enough to get stuck. They couldn't just move whenever they felt like it. Rule Two, ghosts usually didn't have the power to manifest, or move objects. Rule Three, ghosts got the power to manifest or move objects, if the places and objects they haunted were disturbed or given po...

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Be adult, do miracles.

Moon Lion

Nika wondered if miracle worker was a skill she could add to her busy Linkedin profile.She stared calmly at her latest client, and asked "So you admitted to being intoxicated while driving?"The mother of three, and wife of a very rich hockey player, fiddled with one of the vintage figurines on Nika's desk. "Well, no. I mean, I guess." The woman sighed. "So, is there any way for it to totally, totally disappear?"Nika consulted the rap sheet in front of her. Blood alcohol twice the legal limit, speeding in a school zone, admitting to alcohol a...

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These fugitive colours cannot last

Moon Lion

From what I remembered, I had been resurrected for about two weeks now.From the second I woke up, there was a very distinct difference between the memories my host, Romina Ali, had accumulated from her scant 21 years alive, and the memories I made every moment after I was uploaded.Her memories are bright, incomplete, full of holes and chemical filters. Mine are mechanical, clinical, and accurate.I rubbed my hand against the base of my skull, fingers tracing the scar tissue right where the brain stem and spine met. My chip was there, warmer t...

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The unsinkable, Lonely Calypso.

Moon Lion

The first week, the excuse was illness. Possibly the plague. Week two, was sea sickness.By the time week three reared its ugly head, Alessina knew she couldn't avoid it anymore. So finally, Princess Alessina Warsaw received a clean bill of health and her first tour of a ship.The ship was spotless, a writhing, breathing, groaning, squeaking mass of metal and wood. All the Princess knew about them came from stories about pirates and adventure.Now she had to command the Lonely Calypso, a combination of hissing metal and wavering wood. The wood ...

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Two sides to this story, but I bet I can lie better.

Moon Lion

In a few hours, I have to face my ultimate enemy: my sister. She's my archnemesis, my opposite in every way. We're supposed to meet at my friend Fianna's flat, but I've run out of things to distract me until our meeting. The place is spotless, except for Fianna's maniacal polka-dot throw pillows. I've thrown out garbage, vacuumed the life out of the carpet, and ruined the careful creations of the house spiders. Everything alarming, like Fianna's violently pink bong and her oddly named candles, has been stashed in places guests wouldn't...

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No happy endings

Moon Lion

Life wasn't like the movies. A hard lesson to swallow for a kid raised on a heavy diet of over the top, moral rebel propaganda films. I spent my whole childhood gazing at screens, heart tight with hope and pride as the makeshift flag of our movement fluttered over victorious rebel fighters. The movies were awfully filmed, on budget cameras, with same extras playing in them over and over. They were rarely bloody, often noble, and totally biased. But I adored them. Real life was a constant lesson in being persecuted, hunted, and hated...

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The Glass Siren

Moon Lion

To my past self, beware the beauty made of glass. Even as I write this, I cannot help but picture the moment you met her. Saw her cunning, vicious eyes. Her inquisitive look and disarming charm. Her first words to you are, "Have we met before?", and if you knew what I know, you'd say, "You're going to wish we never did." But we didn't say that. We flirted, and made some stupid joke about leaving an impression. She laughed breathily, and right then, all your rules about who you would date go out the window. You hate gossip, but whe...

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Post-hangover revelations

Moon Lion

It took Yasmine a few seconds to remember where she was when she woke up. Then she tussled with the sheets to fight her way out, stumbling around like a zombie to get to the bathroom. Luna still kept a spare brush in the medicine cabinet, Yasmine mused, smearing it with toothpaste. Carefully, she smoothed her hair and dabbed some cream around her puffy, red eyes. She threw on last night's sweater again, pulling at the wrinkles. Her head was throbbing, but it was nothing some Advil couldn't fix. When she looked less like roadkill,...

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The Great Outdoors are conspiring to kill you

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If I die tonight, you should know that the therapist did it. Shivering, I snapped the camera lens again. Another flat, dark image appeared on the screen. "Seriously?" I grumbled at my fifth failed attempt at capturing the night sky. It was purple and blue and kind of beautiful in my eyes, and the camera kept showing me some stupid, flat, indigo expanse. Dead and boring, like my future. I'm not even interested in photography; it's just the latest hobby my therapist has foisted on me to stave off a depressive spiral. I think the long-hai...

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Imprint burned and exposed

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It's the anniversary of my mother's disappearance. "There you are." My grandmother says the second she sees me on the doorstep. "She's here!" She shouts into the house and I force a smile as she holds out her arms. It's not a choice, hugging my grandmother. Before I knew her, I used to picture old, kindly women, with thick spectacles and cookies. My grandmother is old, but that's about it. She's imperious, mean, and full of energy. I can sometimes understand why my mother ran away. Grandmother steers me into the house, one clawed...

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The truth, unleashed (pt. 11 Mutants versus Witches)

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I was getting really close to breaking my promise to John, and honestly, I regretted making it."No unnecessary damage or burning, Simin, promise me."Gritting my teeth, I rolled to avoid the plants Maybelle was controlling. The plant-powered witch laughed from her broomstick, watching me kick off roots and vines. "No flames today?" She taunted, hands darting back and forth with the movements of the plants. Tearing off roots, I scrambled up a rock. "Haven't you-heard-of global warming?" I caught my breath and glared at the witch, let...

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Clouds come floating into my life...to add colour to my sunsets.

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Other kids used to play, Briar remembered. Scream as they tagged each other, sprinting around playgrounds. Despite the allure of friends and their hand-clapping games and songs, Bria had always just stared at the sky. Her favourite thing was swinging higher and higher until the clouds looked as close as her cool breath. Bria adored the procession of clouds across the sky, their open moods, their fanfare and war drums. Over time, the other kids feared her chill less, and Bria's eyes found a place on the ground. That was, until her p...

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To know your enemy, you must become your enemy (Part 3 of Folie à deux)

Moon Lion

My heart's racing as I make my way towards Daphne's room, barrelling past servants and guards. I glare at Kylan's flunkies, swinging open the doors, wordlessly telling them I'll remember their faces. Daphne looks up from her book the second I stride in, her blue eyes studying my face. Kylan's only moments behind me, I realize, and open my mouth, trying to give her any advantage. "He's alive, and-" "My lady," Prince Kylan emerges through the door and I watch Daphne's face pale with horror. "We have much to talk about." The Princes...

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It's a bird, it's a plane, it's a cynical antihero! (Pt. 1 of Sentinel)

Moon Lion

The bank robbers never stood a chance. I mean, they don't know it yet, but they will.They race towards the car, money trailing after them and guns clenched in their fists. I wait until the last robber leaps in and shoot lasers out of my eyes. The plan involved melting the car doors and popping the tires, but I didn't aim right. Whoops. The car explodes. There is a wave of screams, car alarms go off, and a plume of smoke and heat rises up, but nobody else is seriously injured. Besides, police are on their way, so I fly off, seeking ...

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The Princess is in check, remove the threat or forfeit. (Part 2 of Folie à deux)

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A/N: this story directly follows the events of "Nightmare seeds are planted in the night but bloom in the day", and is linked to "Wickedness in the blood". Thanks! Since she was little, Isel had hated noise. Half her memories from her short childhood were of her curled up under a table, hands clamped over her half-pointed ears. At least her family understood, and let her play alone and avoid festivals.But then growing up in the castle meant being surrounded by constant sound: the shouting of maids, the clanking of armour, the scoldings, whip...

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