Question Mark After Question Mark (Last Zetta Grace Story!)

Submitted into Contest #75 in response to: Write about someone who doesn’t remember their past — and doesn’t want to.... view prompt

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Fantasy Inspirational Romance

Note: This is the 3rd (and last!) Zetta Grace story, wooo! Which means this probably won’t make sense if you haven’t read ‘Top Ten Things Zetta Grace Excelled At” and “Haze of Black and White”, so you might want to check those out first! XD Enjoy!




Zetta had thought she knew weightlessness.

The drop of a roller coaster when your stomach bobs around.

That long fall off the high-dive, cerulean water glistening so far below.

None of that could compare to death.

Zet’s mind, usually full of mash-ups of nonsense, went blank. For a moment, she couldn’t hear, think, touch, taste, or smell. There was no ‘she’, just the crumpled body of Zetta Grace on a New York road as her glowing spirit separates from her physical body. She was lost, gone, dead.

Until she wasn’t.

At least, her consciousness swirled back. Zetta’s jaw dropped as she glanced around.

Moments before, she had gawked at the perfect unpattern lacing New York’s culture. But two minutes later, she died then...returned. Not on Earth, but here.

Zetta stood in a long line of ghosts. Spirits? Human figurines, but reimagined as floating blue wisps, legs bound together into a triangle-shaped bottom half, kind of like the Genie in Aladdin. Their smooth figures were flawless, no clunky things like clothes or jewelry. But they weren’t exactly naked, either. It was like everyone was draped in new blue skin, covering everything except the semi-human outline. Zetta’s gaze dropped down, and sure enough, she looked like everyone else: a pale blue ghost with 20-year-old body. She patted her arm, but her ‘hand’ went right through.

The line of people hovered over a thin crimson carpet. The carpet actually had texture and color and was solid. The carpet stretched on forever like the endless people on it. Below the carpet...nothingness. But to either side of her, memories danced on the non-existent walls.

It was like a mural, but moving. A hologram movie, painting images of Earth. Zetta watched as the pictures flipped through clips of time.

Zetta ripped her eyes away from the walls. She needed to focus. To concentrate. To think. What was happening? Her memories were peppered with gaps. Actually, purely gaps. Her entire past was erased from her mind.

Who was she?

Her name?

Age?

All she recalled was...emotions. Kind of. From her final moments, she remembered feeling confused and sad and mad and lost, masking the rest of her lives’ feelings, Until she wasn’t anything at all. 

Light.

Darkness.

Light.

Here.

It was hard to describe what Zetta felt, because she felt blank. Hollow. Lost. Like her emotions and thoughts and personality was pulled out of her mind by the roots with her past. She could only sense her final feelings, the rest of her life blurred beneath a tarp of sadness.

Zetta ripped her mind out of her old emotions. She couldn’t remember her past but barely wanted to anymore. It felt...bad. And sad. A heartbreak, like the thing that mattered most was ripped away from her. 

She knew she died. Vanished from Earth. But just because she was gone from the planet didn’t mean she was gone from the world. Because she was thinking about this right now, observing the other ghosts, doing her nervous habit of biting at her fingernails even though she didn’t have fingernails here.

But where was ‘here’?

The afterlife? Zet didn’t believe in afterlives, but...that could be the only possibilities. Life was gone, and her existence now was after life. So why was she standing in this line?

She jumped up—or, willed herself to float a little higher. Staring over the heads of the endless chattering ghosts. But now it wasn’t endless, because far in the distance, she spotted a giant opaque white sphere, enveloping a whole chunk of the end of the red carpet. And the line got shorter at a rapid pace as one after another ‘people’ stepped into the bubble.

Hopefully, that place contained answers.

All she had to do now was wait.



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Zetta didn’t have to wait long.

She fingered her used-to-be-dark curls as she watched the memories whirl by, and in less than five minutes—maybe more or less, as time ceased to exist in this strange after life place—she stood right behind the bubble. Zet eyed it suspiciously. The large sphere hovered at the edge of the carpet, three times her height. Did she have any other choice than to step in?

Not really. 

With a deep breath, Zetta took a step straight into the white ball and passed right through. When she blinked her eyes open, she was in a large circular room. In front of her was a huge obsidian desk, perched upon it a giant...creature. It looked like a seven-foot tall owl, the bulk of the owl’s coat jet-black but with patches of sparkling colors decorating it. The owl’s face was the confusing part: it had the bird’s head, but the actual facial features were that of a thousand animals. The face was a blur: it shifted from human features to a dog’s snout, a parrot head and then a giant ant. Peering up from each face were two deep blue eyes, the azure color staring into Zetta’s soul. Behind the desk, the room had three doorless doorways: the first, on the left of the desk, had a fire-engine red door frame, a tunnel pulsing with red light extending beyond the room. On the right of the owl and desk was a yellow doorframe with a yellow tunnel. And behind the owl was a doorframe and tunnel colored with a shade Zet had never seen before. Zetta’s mind traced back to an elementary school lesson, when she learned there were more colors to the Electromagnetic Spectrum that the human eyes simply could not pick up. This must’ve been one of them, a color Zet never could’ve imagined for and struggled to describe now. The color was soft, a million baby colors swirling into a slightly-color-changing hue. Gorgeous.

Wait...what? Yeah, she remembered that school lesson. It was still fuzzy around the edges, but she could recall that moment from long ago. But it didn’t feel like she remembered that moment. More like the memory was yanked to the front of her mind.

Zetta swallowed. None of this made sense.

“Welcome,” the owl spoke in a monotone. He—she—they?—had a deep voice, undertones channeling all power in the world. Their dark eyes focused on Zetta. It felt like the owl was reading Zet’s soul.

A shiver crept down her spine. In this strange reality, that could be accurate.

Zet gulped again. “Who...are you? Why am I here?”

At first, the owl seemed confused at her voice. Then a low chuckle echoed around the room. “I’m—” What he said next was best described as a series of noises exerted from his throat. “—the third,” he finished. “But you can call me Jilaspex.” His colbalt eyes studied her her. “And you are in the Pre.”

“Pre?” Zetta asked, blinking. “Pre what?”

“Pre choosing.”

“Choosing what?

“Where you’ll go.” 

Zetta didn’t bother ask another question. She just waited for Jilaspex to elaborate, which he did after a moment of silence. “You have died less than an hour ago, Zetta Celestine Grace.” Zetta smiled. At least she knew her name. “And now it is time for me to study your life and choose where you’ll go.” He gestured to the red door frame with his wing. “The Land of Red, for naughty souls with icky afterlives.” Next, he pointed to the blue door. “Aydosiper, for average beings to have a somewhat pleasant time.” Lastly, his owl head swiveled and he gestured to the mysterious tunnel behind him. “Or Goldengates, where good people may choose between living in paradise or being reborn on Earth as a baby.”

“Wh—”

“Move to the side,” Jilaspex ordered, interrupting Zetta’s new question in his commanding tone. She did so, lingering besides his desk and waiting there as another soul hovered into the room.

Zetta’s breath caught. She hadn’t seen the faces of the other ghosts yet, and she regretted seeing one now. Everything about these dead people seemed...sad, dreary. All the life drained out of them, quite literally. Zetta couldn’t believe it. She had lost everything, her memories and personality and life, but she still had her sense of self. Like she was building back her personality. These husks of people were...eerily silent, all the fight drained out of them.

The many-faced owl stared down at the old man’s soul and there was a brief silence, before Jilaspex motioned towards the yellow door—Aydosiper, Zet recalled—and said, “That way.”

Without making a sound, the man drifted towards the doorframe and disappeared down the tunnel.

“So what’s happening right now?” Zetta whispered as another soul—this time, a 30-something year-old man—floated in. 

Jilaspex ruffled his feathers and glared at her. “Hush. These souls need to be sorted.”

A moment of intense staring at the man later, the giant owl gestured to the red tunnel. He tutted. “You think you can get away with that and not get punishment in the afterlife? Land of Red, Mr.”

The ghost drifted down the hall. Jilaspex turned to Zetta. “And to answer your question, I don’t know what’s happening. You’re a rather peculiar soul. It’ll take me a little while to read your past—or perhaps pasts.” Zet squinted. Um, what? “For now, I’m waiting until my lunch break because I don’t have enough time in between regular silent souls to read you.”

Zetta tried to squeeze in a few more questions between soul-sorting, but she had almost no new information ten minutes later. Finally, Jilaspex turned to her. “Alright, it’s my lunch break now. C'mere, let’s see who you are.”

Zetta took a deep break then walked towards the center of the room again. She held eye contact with the owl for a full minute, before he said, “Hmm. You’re a Special Case.”

That’s when the floor opened up before her and she started falling.



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Zetta tumbled though nothingness for seconds.

Or minutes.

Hours?

Days?

She had no idea.

All she knew was that her world was blurred black and then…

Light.

And softness.

And sneezing.

“Aaaaa-CHOO!” Zetta sniffled. She blinked her eyes open. A thousand shifting faces stared down at her, all paired with bright violet eyes. When she glanced around, Zet realized she was in the wings of another giant owl.

Yet apparently, she was allergic to these feathers. A few more sneezes later, the owl yeeted her into the air and Zetta’s blue, whispy soul-body tumbled to the marble floor.

She got up easily and scanning her surroundings. Under ‘feet’ an endless marble floor, and above that...wow. A shimmering coal night sky, woven with stars and planets and moons. A dim light emitted from the floor, but other than that, it was dark. And yep, another soul-owl person stood in front of her.

“Hullo,” the owl said, her voice more female than Jilaspex’s but just as power-commanding. She regarded Zetta with those piercing purple eyes. “Ah, a Special Case. I haven’t had one of those in a while. It gets awful boring being a Special Case Introducer when there aren’t any humans good enough to come here, you know.”

“What’s...that? Who are you?”

“You can call me Ellie. And you, Zetta, have a choice.” Ellie peered down at Zetta for a few moments. Zetta held her questions—Ellie seemed to me reading her the same way Jilaspex had. “Jilaspex explained how souls are sorted after they pass away, yes?”

“Y-yeah,” Zet said in a shaky voice.

Ellie nodded. “You, Zetta, are bound for Goldenhills, as you’re a wonderful person. I watched your whole life in those few seconds, and...you’re incredibly kind for a college student. You donated, though you earned less than minimum wage as a part-time novelist, you helped people off the ground time and time again. Your life was cut short because of an accident, alas, but you had a bright future.”

An accident?

Zetta still didn’t want to remember this past—it was good she was nice and all, but what kind of accident?—but curiosity fuzzed at the edges of her mind. “So...I’m going to Goldenhills?”

Well, that was...good.

But she was still confused and overwhelmed with pain and sadness every time her mind tried for linger back down Memory Lane.

Ellie shook her head. “That’s an option. But you have another. See, those going to Goldenhills have a choice: live in paradise forever, or be reborn back on Earth as a baby. And no, those aren’t your choices,” Ellie cleared up with a glance at Zetta’s face. “Listen. In your first life, you went to Goldenhills. Chose to be reborn. Death—and Goldenhills. Reborn. You just died again, and now you made it back to Goldenhills.

Wow. Zetta old self was pretty remarkable, wasn’t she?

If only the current, confused soul-Zet could remember.

Ellie edged forward. “Which makes you a Special Case...with another option: no death. You can go right back to Earth and resume your normal life if you please. When you die...well, there’s a good chance Goldenhills will be waiting for you. Unless you chance your whole personality and randomly murder someone,” she chuckled.

Zetta’s jaw dropped at Ellie’s words. Gosh. Just...cheating death? Going back to Earth like this mysterious accident never happened? Insane...ly good.

But...her life seemed bad to her, right? Pain and suffering?

Or was that just the end?

She sighed. She only half-remembered her death, which obviously wouldn’t‘ve felt great. And you can only be mentally in pain about dying if you wanted to live in the first place.

“I mean, I just don’t know,” Zetta whispered. “I can’t remember that life so...I don’t know if I want to go back to it.”

For just that brief moment, the owl’s faces softened. “Let me show you.”

Ellie wiped a wing over Zet’s forehead and all of a sudden...

The memories beyond her final moments swirled back.

20 years’ worth of memories rushing back to their places in her head.

So fast, she couldn’t decipher them.

All the words.

The smiles.

The tears.

These many moments.

But she felt the emotions loud and clear.

Happiness.

Smiles.

Sparks of inspiration.

Collapsing into the arms of someone, both of them giggling.

The wave of positivity almost swept Zetta away, but that was good. And when she glanced back at Ellie, she knew she wanted to return to this life. She had a reason, now. That person she loved, that happiness she carried, the curiosity she possessed and adventures she yearned to have—like having a positive midlife-crisis but at age 20. “Y-Yes,” she stuttered, staring into Ellie’s violet eyes. “I want to go back!”

A smile flattered across the owl’s face. “Lovely. Come here.”

Zetta’s blue soul body leaned back into the soft feathers of the magic death-owl. She didn’t sneeze, but a light feeling of excitement tickled her nose instead.

And then Ellie chanted, in the same tongue as Jilaspex’s (and probably Ellie’s) real name. But this time the soul-owl didn’t sound harsh, mucus-coated words coughed up—her chanting was smooth and lyrical, tales of bubblegum flowers and jasmine-scented candles. The last word of her song hung in the silence then…

Zetta’s eyes fluttered open.

She expected the same star-strung night sky as before, but...harsh lights met her vision instead. Ouch. The light burned into her head, so sudden. Zet blinked back tears as the world raced to life. Faces blurred, all glancing down at her. Murmurs swept the air: “Get the doctor!” “It’s a miracle!” “Zetta Celestine Grace is back!

Then, the flood of faces split—and a familiar one leaned into view.

Zetta focused in on his features through her confusion and happiness. A blond boy with a concerned—yet ecstatic—expression. All of her memories of her life were still a bit soggy to Zetta, but she remembered him loud and clear: Asher.

“Zetta?” he whispered.

She swallowed and smiled, up at him, “Yes, think so.” 

A flurry of so many mixed emotions danced across his features as he sobbed, “I thought you were dead, Zet.” He threw his arms around her.

She hugged him back, face buried in his shoulder. She was so glad she picked life. “Now, why did you think that?”

He pulled away, a glimpse of confusion crossing his face. “Hmm?” 

Zetta smiled. “I told you we’d see each other again.”

He laughed. “I never should’ve doubted you.”

They hugged each other again, the world fading away. Zet silently thanked Ellie, wherever she was. Zetta was back.

And for that moment, battered and bruised on a hospital bed but breathing and smiling with her favorite person, everything was perfect.





January 07, 2021 21:25

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294 comments

Nainika Gupta
20:55 Jan 13, 2021

hey Aerin!! your link for that quiz in the bio doesn't work :(

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21:26 Jan 13, 2021

Ohhhh okay thanks! A couple people have told me this now and I just checked and yurp, the link is dead. I’m going to try to fix it. Shank you!

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Nainika Gupta
21:30 Jan 13, 2021

no problem!! thank you :D

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21:28 Jan 13, 2021

Update: hopefully it works now lol. Here’s the link if you still wanna take the quiz!: https://forms.gle/BgUaPBnqibgJVwuf8

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Amara Tillington
11:31 Jan 11, 2021

I read your Zetta Grace stories. They are the first things I've seen on Reedsy. Suddenly I am whole again. You are an amazing writer! Do you have any tips? I joined like, half an hour ago... Also, do you like dark fantasy?

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14:15 Jan 11, 2021

Ack, thank you so much!! Welcome to Reedsy! (It’s such an awesome community 😄) Ty!!!!! Hmm...I’m always bad at tips (but I do get asked for them a lot, so I eventually made a quiz a few months ago with writing advice + writing memes + writing quotes, if you want to check it out: https://forms.gle/hz1owwNs4iHcG8AJA ), lol, so I’m just going to quote...actually idk who, but always keep writing more!!! Practice is...better! Like, if you go and read my first Reedsy story from July (and I joined barely after I finished my first novel, so I had al...

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Amara Tillington
18:59 Jan 11, 2021

I got so hyped when I saw a comment, and a long one, too! I LOVE DARK FANTASY The zetta grace stuff is good!

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Amaya .
02:20 Jan 12, 2021

heyyy Amara and Amaya! something random i noticed :) but i think it's cool im so happy you joined reedsy! you seem so fun <3333 and you probably have no idea who i am but uh I'm Amaya!

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Amara Tillington
15:04 Jan 14, 2021

Cool! Our names sound alike! :) Hi! Nice to meet ya! Do you like fantasy?

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Amaya .
18:09 Jan 14, 2021

:) i do like fantasy! i prefer to write fantasy and read other stuff

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18:26 Jan 09, 2021

Want to be in my new fantasy? You've been really nice, commenting on my stories all the time, so I wanted to repay you with a spot as the main character's best friend. Just tell me your character's: Hair color Eye color Skin color (it's fantasy so it could even be, like, silver or blue if you want to) Age Height Magic power/element Talent Spirit animal Thanks!

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18:32 Jan 09, 2021

Eep, that’s sounds so fun, yes!! Aw thank youu! Okay let’s seeeee: - Long, silky black hair with purple tips (I’ve always wanted to dye my hair lol) - Hazelish-amber?? Kinda like gold. - OOOOH COOL! But I’ll probably just stick with, like, olive skin 😂 - 13 or 14, but you can choose depending on how old the main character is - I mean, whatever the height is for a teenager?? Lol - OOH! OOH! This is tricky. Hmmm...can she be a Hydrokinetic? Like, her element would be ~wAteR~. shank you! - Uhhh...like, fantasy talent, or regular human quirk? Ho...

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18:33 Jan 09, 2021

Thank you! She does seem awesome, should her name also be Aerin?

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18:35 Jan 09, 2021

Aerin or Samara (that’s been my pen name literally everywhere at some point so I feel like I also respond to Samara now too lol) would be great, thanks!

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נιмму 🤎
20:19 Jan 09, 2021

sorry to but in here, but i thought u might wanna know that I finally posted a story! well its kind of a repost from my old ones since I deleted it but it went with the prompt ...

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22:41 Jan 09, 2021

Yay!! Still I’ll totally check it out!

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answers for the things in your bio riddle: envelope question: exquisite (i have no idea why) poll: q also i loved this story and it was a great way to extend it dont feel in a rush to read my story right away i know with school and everything you're busy (i am to) just read it whenever you get the chance🤍 :)

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23:24 Jan 08, 2021

Hiya! Riddle: yeeeep Question: OOOOh Poll: hehehehehehe, actually, it’s not a poll of those letters. The letters stand for answers that people’s actions determine. That’s why I said it’s a bit of an experiment :) Shank youuuuu! Oh haha, thanks!

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Sunny 🌼 🖤
15:11 Jan 08, 2021

Answer to the riddle: envelope

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YURP

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Sunny 🌼 🖤
18:01 Jan 08, 2021

yay!

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Sunny 🌼 🖤
18:01 Jan 08, 2021

yay!

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Nandini Shukla
05:40 Jan 08, 2021

I am so glad Zet gets her deserved life back!! A lovely sequel, I enjoyed them all !!! ~Nandini 🥰

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23:24 Jan 08, 2021

Thank youuu!

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Nandini Shukla
10:48 Jan 13, 2021

Anytime, keep writing!!!

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Water Is Deep :D
04:30 Jan 08, 2021

This is nice. I love the description and it's mind-bending in a good way. It's very detailed and each action is chiselled finely. My favourite part is when she meets Ellie and she tells her what she can choose. I wonder how many tunnels there are for sorting in the afterlife? Amazing work. Ps For your riddle it's an envelope.

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23:25 Jan 08, 2021

Tysmmmm!! P. S. Yep!

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21:46 Jan 07, 2021

Yes! this story has been on my reading list before it was written :P I loved the descriptions and the plot and the characters and...everything. This is the perfect way to end the series, though I'm kind of sad it had to end. (I loved the somewhat mystical aura about this story, especially the owl part. I'm an owl fanatic for some bizarre reason) Great job!!!

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23:01 Jan 07, 2021

Aw, thank you lol! Thank. You. So. Much!!! All of the support means a looot ahhhhh Shank you!!!

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Angel {Readsy}
07:19 Apr 06, 2021

Fantastic

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Ty!

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B. W.
07:53 Feb 08, 2021

Hey

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Hey, B!

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B. W.
17:30 Feb 08, 2021

How are you doing?

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Pretty good, although kinda freaking out because I have ti take the 90-minute Reading Inventory later, which is basically what happened if tests and SOL’s had a freaky (but less important than SOL’s) baby. 😬 U?

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B. W.
20:11 Feb 08, 2021

I'm just really tired and bored like usual :/ I do want to try and make a new story and all that, but I don't really like the new prompts and I really can't think of anything at all for them.

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Amany Sayed
01:52 Feb 05, 2021

I vote Reverie and Wilder. Also, new story!

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Thanks! Wowwww ur on a roll! I’ll totally check it out soon!

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Amany Sayed
02:00 Feb 05, 2021

Haha, cool no pressure!

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Amaya .
02:51 Feb 03, 2021

I love Reverie! Where on Earth did you find it, it's beautiful!

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Yayyy, thanks for voting! I just found it on a name list, lol, but I totally agree it’s pretty. I think it’s the kind of name that was popular a while ago. Idk. You can use it for a character name if you wanna XD

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B. W.
06:29 Jan 23, 2021

Heyyy

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18:45 Jan 21, 2021

Aerin...have you read Orenda's bio??

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22:53 Jan 21, 2021

I haven’t but now I’m so worried brb

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00:42 Jan 22, 2021

Rightfully sooo..

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Xander Dmer
13:57 Jan 21, 2021

Good story! Guys Check Me Out - https://blog.reedsy.com/creative-writing-prompts/author/xander-dmer/

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Please don’t spam the same comment over and over; a lot of the times if someone gives a meaningful comment the person will check out their page, but not when it’s two generic words and a repeated comment.

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Xander Dmer
14:24 Jan 21, 2021

Ok, Thanks for letting me know. I just wanted people to see my story.

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15:47 Jan 21, 2021

Yep, I totally understand that, but if you want more people to do it, you might want to do something like: [*read story*] Comment: *meaningful comment a few lines long* P. S. If you have time, would you mind checking out my story ‘title’? Thank you so much!

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Lucas Zhou
10:25 Jan 21, 2021

WOOT!!!!!!!!!! so good as the last zetta story! well done

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Yayyyy ty!

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Lucia :)
00:31 Jan 20, 2021

Oop-nevermind about the posting stories! luv ya!

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Lucia :)
00:27 Jan 20, 2021

Could you tell me - can you write a book on this and post it- without a prompt? if so, do tell. I have so many books!

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Well, kinda lol. I mean, I’ve done it before—if you have a none-prompts-related story you want to post, you CAN, but it might be taken down :)

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Orenda .
19:15 Jan 19, 2021

I've another story out XD. Be sure to check it out <3

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Willow Bird
17:33 Jan 18, 2021

Wait Aerin, I looked up your name ( Zetta Starling) on Allpoetry, and it goes to your sisters. And in the Reedsy group, it says your sister wrote a message, but she isn't in that group. Did AllPoetry replace your account with your sister's??

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18:08 Jan 18, 2021

Yeah, kinda...our accounts are merged together or something! It’s super weird. Now all my poems and medals are on her account, but she still has her contests and the ‘autorank’ section of her—our—my? page only shows her poems. And we’re in no groups except the ones I created (minus Crazeh Tweens and Teens, which now says ANND is owner in?!). Also...yeah, Isla’s account has been banned for A FREAKIN’ YEAR. It says that the ban is because we’re ‘proven and self admitted to being the same person’. WUT?! First of all, Isla is a very real person....

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Willow Bird
18:25 Jan 18, 2021

Oh gosh, that sounds uber annoying. Sorry :( :( I hope all your poems were still saved though because they're really amazing!

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19:38 Jan 18, 2021

Haha, yea. Thx! Aw, yeah, they are (on Isla’s account), thank you!

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