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Olivia Pluskhat

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Sep, 2022

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The Text Wasn't Meant for You

Olivia Pluskhat

It was 9:47 PM on a Thursday night when I typed out the message that would basically ruin my entire life.I stared at my phone, heart pounding, fingers shaky, the way they always are when you know you're doing something that matters. The kind of message where you reread it like five times before you hit send, just to make sure it says exactly what you mean. The kind of message you only send when you're sick of holding everything in.I wrote it for Jayden. Not that Jayden, my Jayden. Or I guess he was my Jayden before things got messy. Before w...

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Where the Sidewalk Ends Again

Olivia Pluskhat

"I don't understand."She said it so quietly I almost didn't hear her. But I did. And I hated it.We were sitting on the swings behind the school, the metal chains creaking every time we moved, like they were groaning with the weight of everything unspoken between us. The sky was getting dark, and the air had that almost summer feeling, warm but not heavy, like the day hadn't quite decided what season it wanted to belong to.I looked over at her. Mia.She was still wearing that hoodie she always wore, even when it was hot. Her fingers were wrapp...

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The More I Tried

Olivia Pluskhat

It all started with a text I shouldn't have sent.It wasn't mean or anything. Just... desperate. I had this pit in my stomach all week, and my brain wouldn't shut up until I sent it. "I don't know what I did, but I'm really sorry. Can we talk?" That's what I sent to my ex-best friend, Riley.We hadn't talked in over a month. She just kinda... stopped answering. No huge fight or anything. One day we were talking about our favorite Heartstopper episode, and the next she was walking right past me in the hallway like I didn't exist.I thought maybe...

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When the Sky Fell

Olivia Pluskhat

Mara's worst fear had always been that everything could change in a single moment.Not slowly, not with time to prepare, but all at once, like the world could just... snap.And one morning, it did.It started with a sound. Not a crash, not thunder, just a low, distant rumble, like the earth was clearing its throat. Mara woke up gasping, sweat clinging to her neck. She didn't know why she was afraid yet, but she was. Her mom was already in the hallway, phone in hand, her voice low and tight."Yeah, I saw it too. It's like the sun, no, it's not th...

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The Second Bell

Olivia Pluskhat

I don't remember falling asleep, but I woke up on a train that smelled like rain and old wood.There weren't any signs. No glowing Exit lights or train staff walking through the aisle. Just other teenagers, some asleep, some staring out the windows at the stars. It was like the night sky was painted just inches away from the glass. Too close. Too perfect.A girl across from me, maybe a year older, was reading a book upside down. She glanced up, smiled like she knew something I didn't, and said, "Welcome to the Between."I blinked. "Huh?""You he...

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The Road to Maple Ridge

Olivia Pluskhat

The car ride was quiet, except for the occasional hum of the tires against the road and the soft shuffle of a playlist playing songs I didn't know. My mom didn't talk much, and I didn't either. It wasn't like we were mad or anything, we were just both in our heads. Maybe hers was full of grown-up stress, and mine was just... full.I stared out the window, watching the trees blur past. They looked like the ones back home, but different too. Taller. More spaced out. The sky felt bigger here. Like there was more air. Like maybe I could finally b...

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Beneath the Waves

Olivia Pluskhat

Woodgrove was one of those small towns where everything felt the same, like everyone knew everyone else, and the biggest excitement was a new restaurant opening or a parade that happened once a year. It was the kind of place where nothing out of the ordinary ever happened. Or so I thought. I had just moved there after my mom passed away. Aunt Susan was kind enough to take me in, even though we weren't exactly close. But after the chaos of city life and everything that happened, I needed the peace. Or so I though. There was something weird ab...

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The Window Seat

Olivia Pluskhat

I always pick the window seat on the bus.It's kind of my thing, I guess. Ever since the start of seventh grade, when I first had to ride this dumb yellow thing to school because mom started her new job and couldn't drive me anymore. Back then, I was shorter, quieter, and still pretending I liked the same cartoons my little brother watched. Now, I'm in ninth grade, taller (barely), and I pretend to like other things - like boys I don't actually like and music I only half understand.But the window seat? That's still real.I like watching the wo...

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The Jacket

Olivia Pluskhat

I didn't think it would matter. It was just a jacket. An old, oversized denim jacket with a few little embroidered flowers on the sleeves. The kind that looked like it came from a thrift store or maybe someone's older sister's closet. Honestly, It didn't even seem like her style. But it was hers. And taking it was a mistake. It started last fall, on the day of the first cold snap. You know those days where everything shifts just a little? The air gets sharp, your breath fogs, and suddenly you realize summer really is over? Yeah. It was one o...

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The Hallway Countdown

Olivia Pluskhat

by a very nervous, overly hopeful girl who thinks way too much in three minutes. It's 2:56 PM. Seventh hour just ended, and I'm standing in front of my locker, staring at the photo of my dog taped to the inside. She looks calm. Peaceful. Exactly how I'm not.I have four minutes. Four minutes until the last bell rings and school's over. Four minutes until I either do something totally brave or completely stupid. Or both.The hallways are loud. People are shouting plans for after school-track practice, Starbucks, rides home. It's all blending to...

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What Time Is It, Really?

Olivia Pluskhat

I don't know why, but today felt off from the start. My alarm didn't go off, my hair would not cooperate no matter how much I straightened it, and when I got to school, literally no one noticed I was wearing a new hoodie. Like hello? It's bright purple. I basically look like a grape.I sat down in first hour next to Bri like I always do, but she didn't say hi. She just scrolled on her phone like I wasn't even there. I mean she has been acting different since she started hanging out with Ava and them, but still. We've been best friends since, ...

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Nowhere to Go

Olivia Pluskhat

The air was thick with smoke, but I didn't know where it was coming from. It stung my eyes and made my throat burn, but I kept moving. I had to.The forest around me was dense, the trees packed so tightly together that barely any light could slip through. Every step I took, the ground crunched beneath my boots-twigs, leaves, something softer that I didn't want to think about. The wind had died down, leaving everything eerily still, except for the occasional rustle of something unseen in the distance.I wasn't alone out here.I didn't know who o...

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The Secret

Olivia Pluskhat

Ava Carter had always been good at keeping things to herself. She wasn't the type to overshare or spill every thought that crosses her mind. But this-this was different. This secret wasn't just a passing thought or a harmless white lie. It was something that could change everything.She sat in the back of her English class, gripping her pen so tightly her knuckles turned white. She wasn't even writing anything, just tapping the pen against the blank page of her notebook, her heartbeat drumming in sync with the sound. The words on the board bl...

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