W.W. Skybelle (Inactive)

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Dec, 2020

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“I Discover that Someone's Going to Die” by W.W. Skybelle (Inactive)

This story is dedicated to Kayla Lane. Thank you so much for the extraordinary character idea of Brandon Kang!! Please give her some support! Link to her profile page: https://blog.reedsy.com/creative-writing-prompts/author/kayla-lane/This story is also dedicated to Amethyst. She came up with the amazing character idea of Kamara Nowak! Please give her some support as well! Link to her profile page: https://blog.reedsy.com/creative-writing-prompts/author/b0067f/***“Exit! Exit the highway, you bumbling idiot!”“Okay, okay! Jeez!” I ye...

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“When Western and Eastern Collide” by W.W. Skybelle (Inactive)

Dedication: This story is dedicated to Nainika Gupta. She came up with the incredible character Ishalae!! (She also mentioned Vanvathar.) Thank you so much!! Her profile page: https://blog.reedsy.com/creative-writing-prompts/author/nainika-gupta/***“I can’t believe it’s been so long since we’ve met.”I squeezed Vanvathar’s hand.“Five hundred years,” Vanvathar breathed. “Five hundred fifty-three years,” I corrected him. He murmured,“Sweetie--”“Don’t call me that,” I snapped. Vanvathar just squeezed my hand again. I got the ...

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“Touched by an Angel” by W.W. Skybelle (Inactive)

Submitted to Contest #81

This story is dedicated to Jay Dmer!! Thank you so much for giving me the incredible idea of the character Judas Lee Camaleo!!! Link to her page: https://blog.reedsy.com/creative-writing-prompts/author/jay-dmer/***Ding.A notification popped on my phone from a social media app. Oh, jeez. Not another hater.I read the comment. “Why do you even believe in God?” The comment read. “He’s never given you proof that he exists. Or that Jesus exists. You’re just reading a thick book with useless information, and you call that a religion.”I sh...

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“My Torment in the Tower” by W.W. Skybelle (Inactive)

Submitted to Contest #80

September 11th, 2001Two World Trade Center (the South Tower)New York City, New YorkI pressed my hands to the glass and gazed at the streets and people below. They seemed so tiny and insignificant. I stared at dad in amazement. ”This place is incredible! I can’t believe you work here! I can’t imagine coming here every day.”Dad smiled.“I’m glad you like this place. I knew you would.”I grinned. “Can you show me around?”Dad frowned. That was so much like him. Switching back and forth between facial expressions as easily as a person wou...

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“The First Sit-In” by W.W. Skybelle (Inactive)

Submitted to Contest #80

February 1st, 2019 “The New York Museum of American History.” I read the sign on the door as I walked in. The sign really was beautiful. Bold, green letters, like the sign was letting you know that this was the best museum ever, and you should never doubt it. Swirls of red, white, and blue bits of color that seemed to be splattered on the sign randomly. And that’s what made it pretty. It was splattered in the sense of a chaotic mess, but it was free and lively. Not like other museums, which was neat and perf...

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“Truthful for Ten” by W.W. Skybelle (Inactive)

Warning: This has been written while I was in a Writer’s Block. Many elements to this story are terrible, and this is definitely not my best work. I apologize. Read with caution. I closed my eyes, hearing at the waves crashing onto the shore. The sand tickled between my toes. The warm sun baked my face. And there wasn’t a single person here. I breathed in the salty air. This was something I haven’t had for a while. Peace. Quiet. Tranquility. I could finally feel guilty for what I did. Alone. ...

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“The Father” by W.W. Skybelle (Inactive)

Author’s note: I highly recommend reading the stories “The Death” and “The Plan” (in that order) before reading this story because you won’t have a clue about what’s going on. This is told in Lightia Madison’s perspective. I didn’t want to accept it. I didn’t want to. No way. No. Just no. A part of me protested, “But Emoni--” No. She’s not dead. It was all a dream. She’s still alive. Voices kept whis...

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“Forgiveness. Rejection. A Surprise. ” by W.W. Skybelle (Inactive)

I stared at the Google Doc, which had been blank for some time now. That cursed cursor blinking. My fingers hovered over the keyboard, hesitant to have anything to do with unfamiliar territory. I could feel nervousness bubbling in my stomach, like a volcano ready to erupt. Or maybe that was just my lunch. Harris’ Chinese food never sits well in my stomach. I wasn’t sure why I was so nervous, though. I was just staring at a computer screen. “Come on,” my friend Harris prodded me....

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“Facing Fears” by W.W. Skybelle (Inactive)

Submitted to Contest #77

A snowball whirled towards my face with deadly aim, and I could almost feel my heart skip a beat. I could feel the cells of my brain forming together, waving pitchforks and torches, screaming, “GIVE SKADI A PANIC ATTACK RIGHT NOW! SNOW IS ABOUT TO GET IN CONTACT WITH HER FACE!” Sometimes I really hate my brain cells. I could feel the crazy and irrational feeling of fear crawling around me like an annoying insect with sharp legs that just won’t stop bugging me...

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“The Truth About My School” by W.W. Skybelle (Inactive)

Submitted to Contest #77

“Okay, that’s a wrap, everybody! Good work! Make sure to review your individual and overall instructions on canvas. Practice practice practice. See you next week for the performance!” I started packing my sheet music as quickly as I could, desperate to get out of the claustrophobic room. I felt like passing out. My brain was fried from all of the word enunciations and pronunciations we went over. His-tree or his-tory or hi-story or hi-stree. MEE-DEE-aw-cra-TEES. Con-stit-too-shun-al not con-stit-too-...

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“A Percy Jackson Fan Fiction: The Capture” by W.W. Skybelle (Inactive)

Author’s note: I’ve never written a story with only dialogue, and this is only the second fan fiction I’ve ever written. So yeah. I’m quite inexperienced (I mean I’m inexperienced in writing in general). This is a fan fiction of some series and books that are in the Percy Jackson universe (Riordanverse). Percy Jackson/Heroes of Olympus spoilers below. Hope you’ll enjoy it! “As long as we’re together. . . Tartarus. . . Give up. . . I must stand here. The Roman must bring me. . . Arachne. . . Kelli. . . Pe...

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“Going Back” by W.W. Skybelle (Inactive)

Submitted to Contest #75

TW: child abuse, gun violence The bishop began his homily, but I was only half paying attention. I could feel sweat gathering in my hands. Did I really want to do this? A year ago, I would’ve said, “I’m never doing this!” But now, I wasn’t so sure. Last year, I had stumbled in here. I had no home. No family. Well, not anymore. As soon as my parents found out what I did, they slammed the door in my face and told me to get lost. No real family would do that to you. That thought seized m...

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“The Plan” by W.W. Skybelle (Inactive)

Note: this book is tied to my other story, “The Death”. I would recommend reading “The Death” before this one. It is your choice, though. I placed my hands on my brother’s, which was cold and close to lifeless. I could feel his life fading. I could stop that. My magic coursing through my fingertips, ready to be released. I could do this. I have to do this. I whispered in my brother’s ear, “I will heal you. You will survive the bullet. Whatever you do, tell Lightia the truth. She can’t k...

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“The Death ” by W.W. Skybelle (Inactive)

Submitted to Contest #74

I paced around my room in frustration. I could feel a battle raging in my head. Should I do it? Yes. Wait, no. I have to do this. But the risks! It’s the only solution. No, there’s always more than one answer to a problem. I banged my head against the wall. That calmed me down. Bits of pain could make me think straight. I shouldn’t overthink it. I just had to go for it and hope for the best. Before I could change my mind, I shoved the pill inside my mouth and swallowed. I didn’t...

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“Love with the Loveman’s ” by W.W. Skybelle (Inactive)

Submitted to Contest #73

Everything was going great this year. My professors were teaching me a lot of piano, and I was getting a B+ average instead of a C-. I had entered a few piano competitions, won twenty dollars, and got a part-time job as a performer in a small symphony. I had quite a few boyfriends and girlfriends, broken up or got dumped on terrible terms, and was still clueless about my sexuality. My father was now conscious in the hospital after he had a stroke, although he still was at death’s doorway and there was about a 70% chance he ...

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Author bio

I have decided to leave Reedsy. With my random schedule, slow writing speed, and motivation that changes more than the cases of COVID every day, writing on this platform is not the best way for me to improve my skills and get feedback. I might as well left already, with how long I've been gone and how I faded into invisibility over the last few months. But I still want to say this: The difference between "Love with the Loveman's" (I cringe at that story—it's so unrealistic and depthless. Not to mention that I spelled the title wrong) and "Eternity" is, at least for me, astounding. I've improved a lot, all thanks to the people who took the time to tell me their honest critiques and noticings. I've made some great friends and acquaintances. So many people have helped me, talked to me, or inspired me over the seven months I was here. Thank you so, so much to all of you. I've laughed, related, loved, and smiled with you all more than I thought I would. I hope I can come back one day, but for now, goodbye. Thank you all for everything. Feel free to keep in touch at wwskybelle@gmail.com