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Vera N

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Aug, 2024

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Fragments of Forever

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The rain fell like a curtain over the city, blurring the lines between buildings, sky, and earth. Water gathered in puddles along the cobblestone streets, reflecting the flickering streetlamps in distorted ripples. Inside a small, dimly lit café tucked away in a quiet alley, Ellie sat by the window, staring absently into the storm. Her fingers traced the rim of her teacup, her mind drifting in and out of the present moment. She couldn’t shake the feeling that she was waiting for something—or someone. Across the room, the door opened with a s...

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The Archivist's Curse

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Lena Hawthorne had always thought of herself as ordinary, leading a quiet life in the small town of Riverview. Her days were filled with the familiar rhythm of work at the local library, weekends spent gardening, and evenings curled up with a book. The attic of her old Victorian house had long been forgotten, a dusty repository of her childhood memories and relics from her parents’ lives. One rainy evening, however, curiosity got the better of her. She climbed the narrow stairs to the attic, the wood creaking under her weight. Rain drummed a...

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The Mirror Between Worlds

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The city streets buzzed with the late-night hum of life winding down. Neon lights flickered, casting fractured reflections across the rain-slicked pavement. Car horns echoed, but Lila felt none of it. She walked with her hands shoved deep into her coat pockets, the faint scent of cigarette smoke still clinging to her hair from her shift at the bar. It was one of those nights—restless, heavy with an energy she couldn’t explain. She stopped at the crosswalk, watching the traffic light blink from red to green. A sudden gust of wind sent a chill...

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Shadows in Maplewood

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The café on the corner of Old Town Road and Maple smelled the same way it had nearly a decade ago—roasted coffee beans mingling with cinnamon and faint traces of pastries fresh from the oven. A comforting aroma that held memories of quiet afternoons, whispered secrets, and dreams shared over cups of warm lattes. Eliza adjusted her scarf, more to calm her nerves than to ward off the October chill, and glanced at her watch again. Her fingers tapped rhythmically against the wooden table, betraying her anticipation. She hadn’t seen Meredith in a...

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Forgotten Paths: Elira’s Last Expedition

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**Ingredients:**- 1 curious traveler (eager to escape civilization’s edges)- 2 loyal companions (one sharp-eyed, one steadfast)- 1 seasoned guide (weathered by the wild, with her own secrets)- 1 tattered map (damp with rain and mystery)- 4 cryptic signs (etched in bark, whispered by the wind)- A scattering of uncertainty (blended into the forest floor)- 1 rugged wilderness (dense with towering trees or open as a vast tundra)- A handful of natural threats (gathered from the land: predators, storms, cliffs)- 1 hidden valley, ancient cave, or l...

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A Table For Two, Decisions For One

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Owen sat down at the small, square table in the corner of the restaurant, its polished wood gleaming under the soft amber glow of a pendant light above. Across from him, Maya folded her hands, her eyes scanning the menu as though it contained all the answers she was looking for. But the food didn’t matter tonight. The real menu lay unspoken between them—the decisions they had to make, the paths they could no longer avoid.  He sighed, pushing a stray curl of hair away from his forehead. “You’re still thinking about the apartment, aren’t ...

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Frostbitten Retribution

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Seren stepped into the frigid night, the snow crunching beneath her boots as she distanced herself from the manor. The cool air bit at her cheeks, but she hardly noticed. Her thoughts swirled chaotically, a mix of anger, regret, and something else she couldn’t name. She had come to avenge her father, to make Gregor pay for the pain he had caused. Instead, she found a man burdened by the weight of his choices, shattering her resolve. The path through the woods was familiar, yet she felt lost. Each step away from the manor felt like a step awa...

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Whispers Beyond the Door

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The kitchen was dimly lit, the overhead bulb casting a soft, yellow glow over the tiles, making the shadows seem longer than usual. Outside, the rest of the house lay in silence, the creaks of old wood and the ticking of a clock somewhere the only sounds cutting through the stillness of the night. It was late—past midnight—but Jason didn’t care. The quiet was a relief after the day he’d had. He entered the kitchen, his shoulders still heavy from the tension he carried home with him. His work shirt was wrinkled, his jeans loose and worn, and ...

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Lemon Cake and Lost Connections

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Sandy and Chloe stood side by side in the warm, sunlit kitchen, each of them staring down at the recipe book as if it held all the answers. The book was old, with yellowed pages, and the recipe they were following had been passed down through generations of Sandy’s family. The page for her grandmother’s famous lemon cake was worn and soft, evidence of its frequent use. In the margins, Sandy’s grandmother had left little notes in her distinctive looping handwriting, though they were now so faded it was hard to read them. “It has to be somethi...

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The Weight of Wings

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Hannah stared at the shattered pieces of glass strewn across the floor, remnants of the delicate bird she had clumsily dropped. It had been a simple ornament, a gift from her grandmother, but to Hannah, it symbolized her childhood dreams. Now, as she knelt to pick up the shards, she felt an overwhelming sense of loss. This was not just a bird; it represented her aspirations, crushed under the weight of adulthood and disappointment.For months, she had felt trapped in a monotonous routine. Working at a dull office job left her uninspired, and ...

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The Portal in Her Pocket

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It was a cold winter morning when Ellie found the key. She had been walking home from her shift at the café, her breath puffing out in small white clouds, when something on the ground caught her eye. Half-buried in the frost-dusted gravel, it gleamed faintly in the pale sunlight, a thin shard of metal. Curious, Ellie crouched down and plucked it from the ground. It was old—no doubt about that. The surface was rough with tarnish, and the handle was intricately designed, the kind of thing you might expect to find in an antique shop rather than...

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Between Us: The Knife

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The house felt heavy with memories as Emma worked her way through her father’s belongings. The air smelled faintly of wood and dust, the house’s age pressing down on her as she opened the old wooden box that sat on his dresser. Her father had kept so much of his life in things—tools, knives, old maps—but never in words. That was who he was, she thought, a man of objects, not of conversation.  Among the various items, one thing caught her eye—a pocket knife, resting in the box’s corner. The handle was worn and smooth, dark wood marked wi...

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The Soulstone's Curse

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In the kingdom of Eldoria, an ancient prophecy warned of a catastrophic event called the Eclipse of Souls, which occurs every thousand years when the moon aligns with a cursed star, opening a rift to the Shadow Realm. To prevent this disaster, a legendary artifact called the Soulstone must be found and used to seal the rift.  A group of unlikely heroes is chosen for this quest: - **Arianna**, an impulsive archer seeking redemption for a mistake that once endangered her village.- **Kael**, a scholarly mage haunted by a vision of the Ecli...

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The Giant Bear

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Emily had never expected her life to change because of a stuffed bear. She wasn’t the type to believe in miracles, nor was she one to be swayed by objects meant for children. At 28, she had spent the last six months in a haze after a difficult break-up, and the emptiness in her life was palpable. Work was a drag, her apartment felt more like a shell than a home, and the hobbies she used to love—writing, painting, even binge-watching late-night shows—had lost their spark. Every day bled into the next, and she didn’t know how to pull herself o...

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The Bargain's End

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Erin stood in front of the grand oak doors of the mansion, her heart pounding in her chest as if trying to escape. The ornate key to her new life was clasped tightly in her hand, its cold metal biting into her palm. She had imagined this moment a thousand times, but the weight of that key felt somehow heavier now, almost too heavy to bear. This was the key to everything she had ever dreamed of, the culmination of years of effort, ambition, and sacrifice. A rush of emotions flooded through her: joy, disbelief, triumph. Yet beneath it all, a s...

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