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July 6th, EpsilonKadiya Callisto“And so today,” I sob, accepting a handkerchief to wipe away fake tears, “we mourn the death of my beautiful daughter. Rest in peace, Lucia.” Among the crowd, some murmur, some wail, and some cry, but all mourn the death of the girl I loathed the most.My sea-foam green Bugatti waits for me in the parking lot where I left it, windows darkened to near-black. Pulling my phone out of my back pocket, I dial a number, opening the car door and sitting in the driver’s seat — the only one not stacked ceiling-high ...
July 6th, Epsilon Lucia Callisto Lacing up the rugged, dark green pair of high tops that I’ve probably owned for too long, I sigh heavily. “It’s the day. Today’s the day.” I stare at myself in the mirror, studying the creases of the black hoodie I threw on and the folds in the camouflage cargo pants I’m wearing. Better watch out. I slide my brass knuckles over my fingers. Better not cry. Throwing the back door open, I hurry down the stairs, this time with no bow and arrow. Better not pout. The hilts of the knives concealed amon...
July 5th, Epsilon Lucia Callisto “Troy…” “Just hold still, damn it.” I do my best to keep my body in place, do my best not to look at the pool of blood that I lay in. “My table is ruined,” I try to say, but I choke and end up with a coughing fit instead. “Stop moving, kitten. You’re making this hard for me.” He picks up a pair of tweezers from the cluttered tray of medical equipment, laying a cold hand on the part of my stomach closer to my chest. “Now you have to stay still. Incredibly still.” “I’m trying.” “Yes, well, you need to tr...
July 4th, Epsilon Lilium Umbra I bite my lip and work on the breathing that Luci and I practiced. In. Out. Big breaths. It works for a second, but the serenity dissolves into thin air the minute I catch wind of the screams coming from the market front and the sound of flames roaring. “Why does it have to be like this?” I whimper, looking at the lady I met in the alley as she stands next to me, her weight shifted to one side. “Because,” she snaps, “this is the way.” “The only way? It’s not possible to j-just—” “No.” “But—” “No.” Stomp...
July 3rd, Epsilon Lucia CallistoThe world looks awfully small from here, I think to myself, squinting through the slits of my eyes to read the time off the clock on the wall. I squint a bit more, convinced that if I try hard enough, I can make it out. “Lean back, Miss Callisto.”Someone lays a hand on my shoulder and pushes me gently back into the heavenly pile of pillows behind me. “Detroit.” I barely recognize my voice, the light bounce to it buried under the new raspy tone. “Drink this.” A pastel pink mug is nudged into my c...
July 4th, Epsilon Lucia Callisto “Good morning, Mrs. Callisto! How are you? How was your night?” I groan and sit up slowly, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes and covering a yawn with the back of my hand. “Good morning, Aynne.” “Ooh, and me!” Giggling, I sigh happily. They’re so adorable. “Good morning to you too, Sydnie.” “Would you like oatmeal or waffles? Or have I gotten the schedule wrong?” Anne gasps, and the frantic shuffling and flipping of papers makes me stumble out of bed and stop her. “You haven’t gotten anything wrong. Waff...
July 2nd, Epsilon Lucia Callisto The icy wind whips the roasted chestnut hair that hangs over my shoulders onto my cold-bitten cheeks, and a pathetically small, puffy cloud escapes from my half Hue, half Cy lips. “Lucia?” Indigo whispers, her deep, soft eyes staring up at me as I pull at my fingers violently. “I’m okay,” I mutter, more to reassure myself than to reply. “I’m fine.” From my other side, Xander gives a long, audible sigh, clasping both of his metal hands around my own. “Let’s get you home, Luci.” “No,” I snap, my voice cl...
Been a while since I posted! This story is 12,727 words long, so, yeah. Not fitting into one post. As you can see, the story is broken up into the days that the story takes place on (Epsilon is the year, and also the name of a greek letter), so for the word count's sake, I'll post one day at a time. Thanks for reading! July 2nd, Epsilon Lilium Umbra I twirl a bright pink lock of hair between my fingers while I shuffle down the sidewalk, humming a song I barely know over the incessant honking and beeping of the traffic beside me. Pulling ...
Submitted to Contest #78
HEYYOOO! It's been a while since I posted (notice what I said last time... and the time before that... *cringe*) but I'm back for now!!! It doesn't exactly fit the prompt, but this is the first chapter of the new novel I'm writing called One Shot. Tell me in the comments what you think, if you think I should continue writing it, and above all IF IT MAKES SENSE!!!!!Thanks, y'all, and just keep on livin' and lovin'!The walls are closing in on both sides, and all I can do is run. Run down the hallway that is getting thinner and thinner by the s...
Ok, listen up.Litlover.We know Luke. We love Luke. But recently he's done something for me that meant a whole lot, and I've been buried knee-deep in work and other projects, so I can't pay him back. No, I don't need you to like this or upvote me. I'm not the focus. I'm not the point. All I want for you guys to show appreciation to me is to upvote him. Please, if you read and like ANY of my writing, I am begging that you help him. He deserves that top spot, and we all know it. Be a part of helping him get there.
did you really thinkthat i would forgive you?you broke me.left me when i needed a friend -walked away when all i needed was a shoulder to lean on.i believed -i truly did -that you cared.that you’d be thereforever.but clearlyi thought wrong.you can’t fix this.i’m oh sovery sorry,but it doesn’t workthat way.cause that was one mistakei’m not willing to forgive.some days i wish i could,but there’s a part of methat simplycan’t let goof all the painthat you caused me.did you knowthat you werehurting me?that day after dayand night after n...
Author's Note: Hey y'all! Now, I know I haven't posted here in a VERY looooooooong time, and I was actually considering deleting my account until I checked my email and it said I had a comment. I got over here and it was Ugochi N. telling me that it's been a while. I'm writing this more or less just because she wanted me to. So, shout out to Ugochi R, you're the best! Her stories are amazing, you've got to check her out! https://blog.reedsy.com/creative-writing-prompts/author/111723/Thank you all for everything, and for 350+ followers. It me...
Author's note: Hey guys! The paths for this section are really short, since the number of paths I have to write keeps increasing with every choice. Also, if you don't know, I am a student and school starts for me on September 2nd. I'm really trying to get good grades this year for my GPA, and so, unfortunately, I have to put writing aside. In my spare time, I will try to continue writing, but it might take longer for stories to come out. The google form will be attached to the end of the last one. Here is the link: https://forms.gle/52M2TLLA...
Author's note: It would definitely be more convenient to write this as a book, but this is a website, not a book, so, yeah. There will be a second part to this, but it won't fit the word count. I put it in Google Forms, if that would make it easier. This is the link: https://forms.gle/ZjraApvoGaEYUpoe7. I hope this makes sense-I've never done anything like this before. Hope you enjoy, happy reading! 😉You wake quickly, sitting up fast and gasping for air. Your long, auburn hair is draped over your shoulder and you toss it back with a flick of...
Submitted to Contest #53
Fire.Smoke.Ashes.They neared the Great Divide, each step heavier than the last. The notion that maybe they had left too late, and that they would never step foot through the gateway swam around in his mind, but Andrei pushed it away, struggling to keep hope alive through the damp washcloth draped over his nose and mouth. The sounds of an active war zone surrounding him and his heavily pregnant wife, Oleksandra, jolted the rocks underneath their feet as the bombs rained from the sky. He and Olek had come to the West about five semigens ago to...
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