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Vee Ay

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Feb, 2021

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Beyond the Canvas

Vee Ay

"We all know the story of Dorian Gray and his dark ending... or do we?" The room, bathed in cold, flickering light, felt suffocating, like the air itself was thick with a thousand unspoken truths. Shadows clung to the walls, stretching unnaturally, alive in ways they shouldn’t be. Something stirred in the dark corners, a presence—waiting.Dorian Gray. A name synonymous with vanity, with beauty untouched by time, untouched by sin. But the portrait... the one he hid away in shame. It didn’t just reflect his soul, it consumed it. And that’s wher...

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To You.

Vee Ay

To You, By the time you read this, I might have found the answers I’m searching for, or maybe I’ll still be lost in the same confusion. I don’t know. I never know. My thoughts keep twisting themselves into knots, and sometimes I think if I could just find the right thread to pull, everything would unravel and make sense. But I can never seem to find it. So here I am, writing to you in a moment when the weight of everything I feel is too much for me to carry on my own. I need you to understand something I can’t say aloud. And I’ve...

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Cart 23

Vee Ay

Submitted to Contest #293

She swallows hard. Her throat is tight, raw, like she’s been screaming, even though she hasn’t made a sound. The train keeps jerking, the metal frame rattling like it’s barely holding itself together. The flickering lights drill into her skull, buzzing, humming, never stopping. The voices around her blend into a shapeless mass of noise—too loud, too sharp, too wrong.It never stops.The fluorescent hum is under her skin, vibrating in her bones, needling its way through her skull like a drill boring into her head. The artificial brightness sear...

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Almost, Maybe

Vee Ay

Submitted to Contest #290

The park was quiet, the kind of stillness that only came on warm summer nights. The hum of the distant road blended with the rustling of trees, cicadas droning somewhere in the dark.They sat on an old wooden bench, the same one they always ended up at. It was familiar. Safe. And yet, nothing about tonight felt safe to her at all.She pulled at the frayed hem of her sleeve, staring ahead at nothing in particular. "So," she said, voice deliberately casual, "how much longer do I have to tolerate your presence before you leave again?"He huffed a ...

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The Weight of Silence

Vee Ay

Submitted to Contest #278

The slap was a thunderclap that split my family in two. It echoed long after the moment had passed, reverberating through years, seeping into walls and silences. My mother’s hand, swift and cruel, and my sister’s tear-streaked face—these were the images that haunted me. I was fifteen, frozen at the kitchen table, my fork hovering over cold spaghetti, the air thick with the scent of burnt words. They said things I will never repeat, things I pretended not to hear but did, words that carved jagged lines between us all. I don’t reme...

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Unseat the Enemy

Vee Ay

Submitted to Contest #277

She started high school in a new city, the first time she’d ever lived anywhere else. Everything felt strange and sharp, from the sounds of the streets to the way the sky seemed just slightly different here. She was alone, completely and utterly, which wasn’t new, but it wasn’t any easier. Her whole life had been shaped by loneliness, carved by the cruel laughter of those who had made her the target of every joke and jab. She wore her past like a second skin, heavy and inescapable, a constant reminder that the world wasn’t safe, and people c...

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Fleeting Footsteps of Time

Vee Ay

Submitted to Contest #268

The rain lashed against her as she sprinted down the narrow, empty streets. Her breath came in sharp, panicked bursts, heart pounding in her chest. Behind her, somewhere in the darkness, the figure followed, silent but ever-present. She didn’t dare look back. She never did. She just kept running, hoping that tonight, somehow, she would escape. Her feet splashed through puddles, her soaked shoes slipping on the slick pavement as she turned a corner. That’s when she saw it—a small, unassuming clock shop, its windows glowing faintly through the...

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The Eternal Playground

Vee Ay

Submitted to Contest #267

The world slowed the moment the car hit me. I didn’t hear the screech of the tires or the sickening thud of my body against the hood. Instead, there was silence—an unnatural void. Time unraveled, stretching thin as I hit the pavement. My bones cracked like brittle twigs, and blood pooled in my mouth, but my thoughts were somewhere distant, disjointed. I opened my eyes to find myself lying on the playground across the street. The world felt... wrong. The edges of my vision blurred, everything dim and colorless. A deep, throbbing ache spread t...

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Craven Hollow

Vee Ay

⚠️ Author's note: This story has nothing to do with the prompt used. It is merely a story that I didn't manage to finish for the previous contest. ⚠️ Craven Hollow The train clattered through the night, its rhythmic churning echoing through the hollow darkness, cutting through the thick, oppressive blackness like a blade tearing through flesh. The windows were fogged, veiled with a layer of condensation that obscured the shadowy landscape outside, but it hardly mattered; beyond the suffocating blackness, there was nothing to see, no light to...

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A Flicker in the Dark

Vee Ay

Submitted to Contest #266

I don’t remember when the flicker started.Maybe it was when I first felt the ground shift beneath my feet, the familiar cobblestones of the alley dissolving into dirt, then into grass, then back again. It was like a blink, a momentary lapse in my vision—but more profound, more jarring. It was as if the world itself couldn’t make up its mind.Or maybe it was when my hands—my own hands, I was sure of it—touched the weathered wood of my father’s old door, only for the door to change, the wood turning smooth and polished, younger somehow. And sud...

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Awakening my Vengenance

Vee Ay

Submitted to Contest #264

I stood at the edge of the bridge, staring down at the murky water below. It seemed almost peaceful, the way the waves lapped gently against the supports—a stark contrast to the storm that raged inside me. This place had always drawn me, even before my life had crumbled into the mess it was now. The idea of ending it all here, where the world had finally broken me, felt almost poetic. As I looked down, the distance between the bridge and the water blurred, becoming just one more thing I couldn’t quite focus on anymore. I hadn’t come here on ...

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