Tyra Johnson

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Mar, 2020

Stories (19)

19 Stories

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“Scary Valentine's day text message prank ” by Tyra Johnson

short setting- This story is set in California in the middle of the night on Valentines night.Hannah is at home alone, in her bedroom waiting on her husband to come home to spend Valentine's together.Tick and Tock, around and around the hands of the clock move.Ping! , Ping!, the phone of Hannah sounded as text messages came in from a stranger and restricted number.Unknown- ("Hello Hannah.")Hannah-("Yes, this is Hannah and who is this?)Unknown-("This is your stalker, I been watching you for years n...

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“'Molly the dog' ” by Tyra Johnson

In the month of August, around the summer season. In a sunny afternoon in the backyard, Wofoo!, Wofoo!, I barked running around and around like a roller coaster ride, trying to catch my bird feather enemy called Tacco.He is a chicken owned by my Mexican neighbour name Maria. She is a Spanish speaking and old woman, that always wore curlers in her hair.Tacco would come through a small hole in our wooden fence; he would always normally escape from the jaw of my canine teeth. I pictured myself daily dressed in an apron with Tac...

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“'The secret world of dinosaurs in my close'” by Tyra Johnson

In the month of May. The sun was so hot it could fry a fish alive and the green grass, as the hot sun reflected on it; was shining like a diamond.My parents and I emigrated to London. In a small, peaceful and beautiful neighbourhood name Charlotte.I could still smell as if it was just yesterday; the smell of the fresh, orange coloured paint.I could remember the amazing appearance and my thoughts about our great mansion at first sight.The mansion was owned by a famous, old and powerful wizard named Marlock but h...

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“A child's defeating his fear the monster basement. By Tyra Jonhson” by Tyra Johnson

In the dark ,old ,wooden, creepy and cob web ceiling. My enemy and nightmares dwelled in the night time. This monster in my house called the basment; kept me for many years a prisoner of fear, torchure and distress in the nights only. I was being bullied in my own house.The first time I met this monster was when I was 6 years old. I looked inside his dark chamber and he caused me since then to have nightmares of him. Eating ,chewing and crushing my little bones into little pieces.My father had his fishing equipments ,that we...

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Author bio

English guru. Literature is life. In all my stories, I try not to tell just a story but rather to teach reality lessons because I believe that what stories should be about to inspire and motivate us.