Naya's A Writer

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jun, 2023

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“A Heartwarming Read.” by Naya's A Writer

The day I met him, my heart fell out of my chest, butterflies swarmed my stomach by the thousands, my mind whirled in a state of euphoria and my eyes were glued to his figure. It was the day I met my forever soulmate. He was my co-worker in a start-up tech business company named Zer0, and we were introduced to each other by our boss, for I had just joined their big family. ...

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“Just One Step” by Naya's A Writer

I've run my whole life. Of course, I'm an Olympic winner. I own three gold, two silver, and one bronze medals hung in my bedroom. I was trained since I was little, and my long legs have carried me far, even around the world. People recognise me as the great runner that won the Olympics. I side autographs on hats, books, and whatever else, and I take pictures with my fans. This always hap...

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“Night Falls” by Naya's A Writer

The cold air stung my face as my tired legs carried me down the pedestrian side of the street. Many ads were hung up everywhere, and graffiti covered the walls. Typical cityscape. My stomach rumbled as my eyes blurred. I couldn't read any of the signs, either graffiti or ad, because I'm dyslexic. I had been walking on and on, trying to find a place to eat and hide from the...

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“The Hourglass Body” by Naya's A Writer

Day 1 - Hourglass Body Workout Challenge Today I woke up early, at 4 a.m. to be exact and did the first good habit of the day: making my bed. With the pillows fluffed up, the bed-sheets straightened and the covers all set up. I went to the bathroom and took a refreshing, morning shower. After that, I dressed in yoga wear, brown lululemon leggings and a tight...

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“For The Mentally Unstable” by Naya's A Writer

Ever feel like your drowned out of everything? Of energy, of life, of feelings, of love, of company, of care, of appreciation? Mentally drained, emotionally drained, physically drained, and just... generally drained? I can relate to that. Hi, I'm Naya and I'm eleven years old. For my young age, I've been compared to others way too much. And ...

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“Brookefield Towers” by Naya's A Writer

2 As the train rounded the corner, all the first years gasped in pleasant surprise A magnificent castle with five towers peeked out from the pastoral foliage.  Four towers stood high and mighty, with a magical sparkle in each one. The first tower had sunshine and gold glitter flowing around the top. This tower emitted a kind of radiant glow that made us smil...

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“Brookefield Towers” by Naya's A Writer

1A click sounded as I twisted the key in the lock, unlocking my locker, for I needed books for the next class, right after break.Suddenly a rowdy group of boys passed behind me, catcalling me for some nasty reason. I turned around and saw that Louis was there.''Louis,'' I said to him, beckoning with my hand. He stepped out of the group and stood beside me, a piteous look on his face, ''What's up, dear?'' He shot a glance at his friends, chuckled, then looked down at me again, for he wa...

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“A Jolly Lot of Tears and Smiles” by Naya's A Writer

Colourful lights were all around the room, lighting it up. Music blared loudly from the huge speakers in each corner of the room. At the two ends of the room, there were long tables filled with never-ending, luscious-looking menus. I saw many stereotypes all around the room. People piling food on plastic plates, people singing along with the tunes, people dancing on the dan...

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“A Meal For Me.” by Naya's A Writer

I gently cracked the egg on the marble counter and pried it open as the yolk and whites spilled onto the pan, in the shape of a perfect circle. I turned the heat higher for a moment, only for a moment, and it sizzled as the clear whites actually became white. *turns the stove knob to low* The fire was ceasing and the egg was almost ready, the middle looked half-cooked, my f...

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“-A Full French Story 1-” by Naya's A Writer

LOCATION: FRANCE --- TIME: 1982 MARCH 13TH Il était une fois... Dans une forêt lointaine.. Il y avait une jeune fille dans une cabane en bois. Elle s'appelait Bella et elle vivait dans cette petite cabane avec sa mère, Eliza. Le père de Bella les a quittés quand elle était bébé et il n'est jamais revenu. Bella n'a jamais su ce qui s'était...

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“Faithful Hands.” by Naya's A Writer

My eyes flutter open as the snowflakes fall on my eyelids. It was dark, so it must be nighttime, but I've lost track of time. The leaves trail along the ground, pushed forward by the cold winter breeze. - I try to breathe and I saw a fog coming out of my mouth. My hands stuck to the ice, and I realised they were bare. I gasped and tried to heav...

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“That Christmas Morning.” by Naya's A Writer

December 24th, 1869, Christmas Eve. A Chrismas Eve party was hosted at my house and there were a great many variety of foods, including hot meals like pasta, tomato soup, warmed beans, gravy, roast ham, and minced pies, with desserts that included Christmas pudding and cake, loaves of bread with a side of cranberry jam, eggnog, Buche de Noel, gingerbread, two pans of fruitcake, and Christmas cookies. ...

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“A Time Of Crime..” by Naya's A Writer

*murder warning and graphic descriptions*  #2 Flashback of part one: I turned to Detective Sophie, ''Wow, Detective...'' She shook her head, ''Please, just call me Sophie.'' I nodded, ''Look, Sophie, we've got to go to the hospital now and go to the corpse room. We've got to give Robert a chance at giving Father an autopsy before he is buried.'' Sophie nodded her agreement and we exit...

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“A Time Of Crime.” by Naya's A Writer

*murder warning and graphic descriptions*#1My phone rang in the middle of the night, and I awoke.I blinked my eyes open and stretched my hands upwards, grappling around for my phone.I finally found it and saw that Mother was calling me. My insides lurched; what happened?I answered, ''Yes, Mother?'' She gulped on the other side of the line, ''Dad's gone.'' I felt my face go white with fear, and I grasped the phone tighter.''What?'' I replied, m...

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“A Night in Paris, segment two.” by Naya's A Writer

Segment two, what will happen? do you have a clue?Segment one flashback:---Tears of happiness flowed down my face. "Charlotte, you're the best. I knew from the moment I met you, you're the one. Will you accept me as your forever partner in life and marry me?"I answered without a doubt, "Yes!! Jamie, yes!!" He slipped the ring on my finger and he kissed my lips for the very first time since the day we met.---I kissed him back, but it was short and we broke apart, then we looked a...

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i've been writing since i could. thanks for being here :D P.S. i'm unfortunately too lazy to proofread, so i apologise in advance if there are any miss-spelled words or any typos that i didn't foresee.