Vee Ay

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Feb, 2021

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“The Eternal Playground” by 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” by 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” by 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” by 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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Author bio

Hey, I’m.. Vee, a psychology student who loves the field but doesn’t exactly want to be a medical professional. Research is more my thing, though I have no clue how to get there yet.. dream big, right? When I’m supposed to be studying, you can catch me making up stories in my head, a habit from past - escaping reality. I also write poetry, which is ironic because I’ve never really liked poetry (still don’t). Fun fact: I’m Slovak, but I’ve been so corrupted by English that I can barely form a proper sentence in my native language!