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Fantasy Suspense Thriller

“Nightmares are more convincing than dreams.”

My nana once told me that. Six-year-old me laughed it off. How could they be, when I awaited nighttime to fly and save the world and eat candy? When no nightmares ever plagued my mind, and if my teddy bear did die in Dreamland (ah, the tragedies of elementary school), a night spent cuddling in my parent’s bed vanished the nightmare from my mind?

She’d laugh at that too and say, “Okay, sweetie, good for you. But in the end, fear invokes more powerful emotions than happiness.”

But times changed. Night held more secrets now. 

And finally, over a dozen years later, I believed her, when new horrid dreams snuck up on me and I remembered them vividly, letting the good ones slip down the drain. When any rare whisp of a happy dream was replaced in my memory almost immediately. 

As I liked to say, swallowed by the nightmares. 


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The nightmares started two months ago.

Buildings burning. Helicopters crashing. Cars ramming into me as I toppled off the high parking lot, down, down, down to a place of inky suffering and ancient secrets.

And it felt so real. Like déjà vu. I’d been here before, a long time ago, in another life. And now I recalled this horrid scene over and over and over again with frightening realization.

Screams, glass breaking, in a red car, hurling off the top level and falling.

Falling, always falling. 

I never got to the pit. Never finished the fall. Right before I met my end, I’d always awaken, palms bleeding with crescent prints from my fingernails digging into my skin. Panting. Gasping for air. Sweating.

So I’d get water, turn over my pillow, and try to go back to bed.

But that didn’t work.

And my sleep pattern changed. Go to sleep. Nightmare. Wake up past midnight, knit, take a walk, gulp some fresh air, whatever. Stall returning to hazy Dreamland. Then go back to bed and try to sleep till morning, other patchwork quilts of a nightmarish, blurry past hunting my mind as I squeezed my eyes shut.

But there was one young character who appeared in all of the repetitive dreams. She had a shock of fluffy black hair, waves highlighted with silver, tumbling to her waist. Her eyes were an iridescent mix, her left amber, her right a startling blue. A warm smile. She wore all black decked with gold rings and bracelets. And every night she screamed my name through the swirling dust.

“Aeliya! Aeliya! Aeliya!”

My name sounded so musical in her clear voice, but it was infused with terror. Or, more so, urgency. Like this girl was always trying to get to me, to tell me something important, but every time she got close, the dream would end. She’d be running after me as I stumbled to escape from the fiery red car, extending a hand. I’d try to take it, looking up at her with pleading eyes, but then the car would topple and I’d fall, fall, fall, away from the mysterious teenage girl and her black hair, away from reality towards the pit I’d never reach.


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I was going to the grocery store when I met her.

Really. The most anticlimactic grocery trip at 7 a.m. because I wanted chocolate. My golden hair was tied up in a messy bun, no makeup, ratty gray sweatshirt and such big circles under my eyes they looked like bruises.

I walked into Hannaford half-asleep, walked out half-asleep with a bag of groceries, keeping my head down. Step by step by step, hoping I wouldn’t have to talk to anyone in public.

Then someone bumped into me.

“Eeek!” I stumbled forward, catching myself before I face planted but letting go of the grocery bag. Chocolate almonds and bananas spilled across the parking lot, and as a broke college student, that rubbed me the wrong way.

I turned around and scowled. “Hey-”

But then I saw the person.

A girl. With bushy, flowing black hair and multicolored eyes. A concerned expression on her face which quickly melted to elation.

She wasn’t a girl. She was the girl. 

And I screamed.

You best bet I took off running, leaving my $30 of groceries on the pavement, hair streaming out of my bun. I didn’t have a place in mind, just away. 

So I ran. I ran and ran and ran as the winds picked up, a few plump raindrops falling down. I whirled past the dog park, Costco, a hair salon. And when I glanced behind me, in the distance was the girl from my dream. She hadn’t, I don’t know, evaporated yet.

She was real.

And once my straight-up surprise and fear melted to a more logical semi-calmness and confusion, I thought as I ran.

The girl in my nightmares was here, in real life.

Which could mean two things. The nightmares were actually real life. Or this “real life” was actually a nightmare. 

Both sounded terrifying. Static raced through my mind, electric, sneaky, confused.

Hmm.

If my past dreams were real, I would have died ten times over. So I remembered another thing Nana had said: “If you’re not sure you’re dreaming, find a clock. There aren’t any clocks in dreams.”

So I slowed down to a jog, taking deep breaths. My body was in questionable shape after almost no sleep lately. I ducked into a Trader Joes. Even in the morning, the place was bustling, so I swerved past isles of cheese sticks and freeze-dried fruit to arrive at the back of the store.

There they were. Twin bathrooms wedged between an aisle of postcards, and above them, a clock reading 7:17. 

I swallowed another scream, mind racing. Without thinking, I rushed into the bathroom and locked the door to a stall, letting my hair spill across my shoulders. Ragged breaths and swarming thoughts.

And sure, maybe you think I’m overreacting. But you try being plagued by nightmares for as long as you can remember and a character from them pops out of nowhere on a snack trip.

Yeah. It wasn’t pretty.

But luckily Aeliya Adele was pretty logical, and though having a hot head meant it was hard to keep a cool train of thought, I was determined to stop running around half-crying. So I stayed in that bathroom for a solid five minutes thinking about what would happen if I walked out and saw the Dream Girl again.

Here’s the thing. The world she came from was horrific. But she, herself? She was a warm presence, a flame flicking in darkness. She was the girl a little younger than me who so desperately wanted to see me, to save me, to tell me something. Of course I always died so she never got the chance.

And now, she was here.

(A place where I hopefully wouldn’t die at the end of the story, but I was crossing my toes just to be safe.)

So the next action was simple: Meet the nice girl.

Hear what she had to say.

Maybe get an explanation.

And hope, just hope, the rest of my nightmares didn’t come to life with her.

And so, I marched out of the bathroom, out of the store, and into the cool, cloudy morning, where my confidence practically drained away.

There she was.

“Aeliya!” the girl exclaimed, black hair flowing in the breeze as she rushed forward and gave me a tackle-hug. As a germaphobe, her literally squeezing me didn’t quite unknot the tangle my stomach was in. “I’m so happy I found you!”

I swallowed, cautiously hugged back, and when she pulled away, I took in her face. Olive-tan skin. Full lips, smiling. Wide nose framed by her captivating eyes, which studied me. She looked maybe sixteen or seventeen.

After a moment of silence, I gave an awkward laugh, backing up. I still didn’t feel very safe. “Sorry, this is—this is awkward. Who are you?”

Her smile melted. She now spoke with urgency. “I’m Rani. I'm here to protect you, to inform you. I’m from above.”

I decided to circle back to her previous words later, which sent a fresh round of goosebumps down my skin. Around us people streamed out of the Trader Joe’s, though the roads were still almost empty. The perks of having a small town in Maine. “Above what?”

“The earth.”

I blinked at her. “So, you’re what? An angel?”

“Nope.”

“A goddess?”

“Far from. All you need to know is that I’m good.”

“As opposed to…” I prompted.

“Bad. And she’s here for you too. She sent the nightmares. She’s here to trick you, to kill you, but something worse, to—”

“WATCH OUT!”

A new voice—or rather, a new speaker, because she sounded exactly like Rani—shoved me to the side. I crumpled to the ground, landing on the damp pavement of the street. From the corner of my eye, I saw Rani—a second Rani, a girl who appeared exactly the girl from my nightmares as well—jump over me and tackle Rani #1. They both thudded to the ground, toppling over each other on the floor until I wasn’t sure who was which. I ripped my eyes away from the brawl for a moment because I was in the gosh darn street.

“Are you okay?”

A stream of help from the people on the sidewalk overwhelmed me, a dozen people helping me up and muttering with concern. Another perk of a small town, I guess: people looked out for each other.

“Thanks,” I said, brushing off my clothes, then turned back to the Rani’s.

The people didn’t seem to have noticed them, but the crowd kept a wide berth of the identical teens nonetheless. I had no idea who was the original girl from my dream now, but as they both edged forward, Rani #2 said, “Here, watch out. I’m going to make an invisibility shield. The people can’t see us anyway but you don’t want to be seen talking with air, do you?”

Before I could process what she said, a dome of sky blue appeared over us, the wave of energy causing me to stumble again. This time I looked up and saw both Rani #1 and Rani #2 offer me a hand.

I let them both help me up. Rani #1 squealed, “Gosh, so sorry about that. Are you okay?”

Rani #2 huffed. “Give it a break. Your act isn’t fooling anyone.”

“What act?”

They both turned to me with those luminous eyes. 

“She’s impersonating me,” Rani #2 explained.

“No, I’m not!” Rani #1 said. “Stop trying to confuse her!”

They bickered for a bit then Rani #1 turned to me. “Aeliya, I’m your friend. I want to help you. To explain to you.”

“No, I’m your friend,” Rani #2 promised. 

Rani #1 cut in, “I explained some stuff to you a few minutes ago, remember?”

“Yeah.”

“It was me who did that!” Rani #2 said.

Then they both turned to me again and spoke in unison: “I’m good. She’s bad. Trust me.”

As they sputtered at each other for a bit, I felt my head whirl. I just wanted some chocolate. Now the two supposedly good people from my nightmares were arguing over who was legit and who was trying to trick me. And I knew I would have to choose who to follow.

Right then, I was leaning towards Rani #2. My heart wanted Rani #1 in that moment—she seemed nicer, at least, more like the squealing girl I originally met—but my mind insisted Rani #2 seemed more down-to-earth, though possible that was bad if she was supposed to come from above the earth.

But I hadn’t made my choice yet, because the Rani’s weren’t done talking.

(And remember I was freaking out during all of this. I was panting, soaked with sweat through the cool air, pedestrians acting as thought I was invisible—which I guess I was. My nightmares came to life, kinda, and when I thought I got lucky and only encountered the good part—one of them was evil. Great.)

“I want to explain a bit more,” announced Rani #2. “Hi, Aeliya. I know this must be a little confusing for you, but one of us is a nightmare. And one is a dream.”

“It’s your choice to choose who to follow,” said Rani #1. “I only have your best interests in mind.”

“You need to believe me,” pressed Rani #2. “She’s faking it! Aeliya, you need to listen. I need to protect you.”

“From what? You?” Rani #1 snorted. She turned back to me and grabbed my hands, eyes sparkling, but with something deeper, like she held a secret. Good or bad, I didn’t know. “I’ve followed you in every nightmare, Aeliya. Tried to calm the waters she sent.”

“I’ve tried to find you,” said Rani #2. “I love you, Aeliya. Please.”

I was taken aback by both of them. My impressions switched. Now my heart held a spark with Rani #2, who seemed more real and compassionate. But my mind favored Rani #1, who seemed invested in her facts, speaking them like she believed with all her heart. I turned to Rani #1’s endless, glittering eyes. “So I have to choose one of you?”

“Yes. Pick well, Aeliya,” Rani #2 said, swallowing.

I took a deep breath. I still had a feeling and a thought of who to pick, but the options clashed. A path for my heart, a path for my brain, one which held good unknown and the other uncertainties with undertones whispering, This is the stuff your nightmares are made of, literally. And while some blindly followed their instincts, I favored logic. And so I turned to Rani #1, who took my hands, mouth twisting into a smile. “I choose you,” I murmured.

“What?”

I turned to Rani #2, trying to muster more courage. “I choose Rani #1,” I said, loudly and clearly.

Rani #2’s eyes widened, taking a sharp breath. “No, Aeli—”

But her words were cut off, as though she couldn’t speak. Her eyes darted widely, hands clamping over her lips. And maybe I was imagining it, but her feet seemed fainter, as though the fraudulent monster from the basement of the earth was fading away.

Serves you right, I spat in my mind, smiling at Rani #1, hoping, knowing I made the right choice.

She beamed back warmly, then it grew into a grin, and at some point her smile went from compassionate to maniacal. Something was off, tingles shooting down my spine like iced fireworks. “Ah, Aeliya, Aeliya, Aeliya, thank you for following your brain…”

That’s when I knew something was off. My name, repeated thrice, like in the dream, but Rani #1 didn’t sound like the girl from my nightmares at all.

I glanced back. Rani #2 was still speechless (literally—she couldn’t talk), almost halfway gone already, her thighs fading away as I spoke with the chosen Rani. Then I turned back towards Rani #1: “What’s happening to her?” Then, a little more forcefully. “Let her go.”

“From what?” She tutted, pulling back a strand of silver hair. “You condemned her to this when you picked me. Come on, don’t dwell on creatures of h…well, you know the rhyme.”

She giggled to herself.

“So she is evil.”

“Oh, gosh, yes, a pain in the butt. C’mon, Aeliya. I’m taking you to where fate awaits.”

She giggled at her own little rhyme again and lifted her hands. The shield melted into a bubble as we lifted off the ground, but then started sinking, down into the earth, the bubble shoving through cement yet leaving no trace with ease.

And that was the final straw for my lingering thought: sometimes logic leads you astray. Ice poured through my body. Oh no, oh no, oh no…

My body started evaporating, tingling, then buzzing, like parts of me were being scattered elsewhere. The same thing happened to Rani #1, splotches of her missing, who clarified, “We’re teleporting. Slowly.”

Rani #2 continued vanishing, just her bobbing head now. 

And as my body disintegrated, heading towards somewhere with the girl from my dreams I picked in hope she was actually the one, Rani #1 let out a high pitched cackle.

The sound shot through my head as black started to cloud my vision, and I heard Rani #1 singsong the lyrics,


“You see the ghosts in the ghost town 

The footprints of the things that went down 

Years and years ago 

Stay true to home 

Now you’re broke 

And alone

So you stay with the ghosts…”


I realized it as part of the chorus of the song “Ghosttown”, a pop hit by Samara A. from a few years ago. The song talked about a person who was unable to let go after their life went downhill, clinging onto ancient scraps of good since swallowed by horrors.

More realization jolted through me.

Was that a comparison to now?

Me hoping this girl was the good in a sea of bad?

Holding so desperately to something that wasn’t there?

Could that mean-

But that meant-

Yes.

It did, as I knew with frightening certainty.

Time seemed to speed up, sweat caking my rapidly leaving body as another cackle came from Rani #1. I stole a last wild glance at Rani #2–only her eyes were left, those unforgettable eyes, iridescent amber and warm blue, pleading and compassionate like the girl in my dreams.

And I tried to say sorry as best as I could, but the words didn’t come out as Rani #1 finished teleporting—disappearing from the bubble—and I was almost gone. And at that moment, eyes locking with the true Rani’s who had the best intentions for me all along, I thought back to what Nana had said a long time ago, the words ringing true now that I had fallen for the illusions of darkness:

“Nightmares are more convincing than dreams.”



July 20, 2021 14:59

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Niveeidha Palani
08:57 Jul 27, 2021

Hi Aerin. It's been long ;)

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Woah, it has. Hru?

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Niveeidha Palani
22:09 Jul 27, 2021

I'm good, :) Just studying, and getting insane because of the pandemic. The cases are just getting worse here. :( How are you?

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Oop, I’m sowwy :( Good! Super tired. So uh what’s ur fav color?

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Niveeidha Palani
13:25 Jul 29, 2021

That's okay, haha. :) Hmm, let's see. Used to like turquoise and lilac shades, but I guess blue still works for me. :)

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Oooooh nice!

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Meera Lakshmi
23:23 Jul 26, 2021

hey hey hey!!!

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Hiiii!

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Meera Lakshmi
12:55 Jul 27, 2021

hows everything?

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Gooood! Started camp. Wbu?

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Meera Lakshmi
22:09 Jul 31, 2021

goooooood. this are going well.

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Lily Rama
12:59 Jul 26, 2021

I loved this story! It was so creative, and the title was perfectly named! Your writing was so smooth! Amazing job 👍🏼

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Thank you so much! <333

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𝔻okenai *
00:49 Jul 26, 2021

HELLLLLLLLOOOOOOO AERIN I LOVE THIS STORY it's just amazing, and the suspense is just wow and everything is just wowie I like the nightmare dream thingy And how well the dialogue flows And overall it's just amazing fjsaklf;akjfsalfal;sfjksa also wait, I saw ur comment- u hv TWO NOVELS alr?! what are they called I need to search them up

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HIIIIIII ACK EEK THANK YOU!!!!!! nsiqhqwtqtfstatattatxd thank you- Oop lol yup! Color Quest #1 is on Amazon lol (if you wanna stalk it just look up “color quest aerin bernstein” and I’m currently editing book 2 and writing book 3 :D

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𝔻okenai *
04:22 Jul 27, 2021

ooh NICEEEE i'll def search it up. also did u make the cover?? it's niceeeeee

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Eeee thank you! And yea I did :3

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𝔻okenai *
21:36 Jul 29, 2021

yay!!

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Pippin Took
15:45 Jul 25, 2021

Hiiii!!!!!!! I'm such a big fan of you!! I wanna be cool like you lol! Congrats on d book!! :D 🪁 💜 ☀️

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Hiii! Omg thank you, I really appreciate it lol :DD Ty! On another note, SAME MY B-DAY IS ALSO MARCH 17TH HEHEHE “Zodiac Sign: Pisces ♓ Godly Parent: Poseidon🌊 House: Ravenclaw🦅” AND AHHHH SAME SAME FOR ALL OF THESE

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Pippin Took
17:02 Jul 25, 2021

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH :DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD HEHHEHHEE ANOTHER ST. PATTY'S BABY :DDDDDDDDDDD

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Pippin Took
17:03 Jul 25, 2021

ALSO SORRY BOUT THE DOWNVOTING!!! IT SUCKS!!!!! So about the update...IS THIS FOR REAL???

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NP BUT YEA I mean idk, Keefe told me but I hope so-

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YUSSSSSSS

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Kat Sencen
23:05 Jul 23, 2021

They're making changes to reedsy next week! (Please get rid of downvoting. Please get rid of downvoting.)

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Wait yay!!! (Omg if they did I’d be absolutely thrilled)

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02:22 Jul 23, 2021

how do you write this good like- I felt I WAS Aeliya (luv the name btw <3), and felt her emotions and thoughts and everything. The plot is so good, you could turn it into a full-blown NOVEL for how developed it is oml. The title drew me in: it's so...eNiGmAtiC aNd aLLuRiNg I love it I LOVE THIS STORY do you have any tips on getting story ideas? I have so much trouble coming up with them~ I have so many ideas for poems but not stories, and you're stories are so beautiful <333 EGGMAZING 🥚🥚🥚 job!!! i love this ~ Amethyst

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ACKKKK THANK YOU SO MUCH AME eeek hmmmm…fantasy stories are definitely easier to write because you can literally start without planning and just do whatever you think’s the most ridiculous. Like, anything that doesn’t make sense CAN NOW MAKE SENSE. Like…hmm. What’s a character gonna be? How about a unicorn? Name? Kyle. But she’s a she. Named Kyle. So this unicorn—she wants to take over the world. How? By planting turnips. So maybe Kyle thinks she can take over the world but planting turnips, so she acts all evil and steaks turnip seeds in ...

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00:52 Jul 24, 2021

<33 I am horrible at writing fantasy lol oml XDDD why do I love that XD <33 thx np! <3

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22:25 Jul 22, 2021

save your soul, save your soul, la-la-la, save your soul- coronavirus is a scam and i know what to do- lock your doors, lock your windows, and ingest some lysol too! la-dee-dee, la-dee-doo, believe me when i say... coronavirus is the flu!!! (a song composed by karen m. small-town.)

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UM WHAT LOL-

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Danika :)
20:00 Jul 22, 2021

Poll 1: 🪁 Poll 2: 💙💚 Poll 3: ☀️

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Thank you! :D

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Emma Lekhesi
16:16 Jul 22, 2021

Wow!!This was pretty great. I was sad for Aeliya and Rani #2.

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Thank you! :D

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Dhwani Jain
14:16 Jul 22, 2021

POLLS!: POLLL #1: Do you think of biking as more of an activity or a form of transportation? 🪁 POLLL #2: Favorite color combination/mini aesthetic of the below? 💜💙 (hehe...I made mine :)) POLLL #3: Which uNiQuE name is your fav? (And feel free to use them if you like a particular one—I’ve found these from various sites, people, and such and just have them written down in Notes) 🌙 Zenon: 🌙 {Just 'cause I don't know a lot of names from 'Z'} Also, I got a question for you...it is related to grammar....tell me if you want me to ask....

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Thank you XDDD Sure!

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Dhwani Jain
04:10 Jul 23, 2021

Um, when you write a dialogue, do you capitalize the reporting verb, as in, is it: 1) THIS : "I love ice-creams." Said my best friend. 2) OR THIS: "I love ice-creams." said my best friend.

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Dhwani Jain
04:58 Jul 24, 2021

Please reply to my question. Also, I got 2 new quizzes for ya'!

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Wait oh noooooo I think I did reply but it must’ve no posted or something! Eeee I’ll reply soon but yeah, you never capitalize the reporting verb :)

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Dhwani Jain
15:46 Jul 24, 2021

Oh, no problem, that happens. Nice, that's what I thought. Thanks!

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Maraika!!! 😎
05:44 Jul 22, 2021

🚗 💛🤍 ⭐

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Ty XD

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22:10 Jul 21, 2021

HeYyYYEyyEYYY i LOwkEy LoVe TtHESe~~ 🪁(i use it for transportation more than fun, but I look at it in an enjoyable way) 💜❤️ (I have a baddie aesthetic nbjdsbfjwe 😈💅❌💖) ☀️ (gives me sweet gurl vibesssss) *werE aLL aBoUt ThE viBEsSsSSsS* xx

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18:57 Jul 21, 2021

🪁 💛🤍 ☀️

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Thank you! :D

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18:58 Jul 21, 2021

No problem! :D

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Dhwani Jain
07:59 Jul 21, 2021

Nice story Aerin. Tbh, I kinda lost interest in the end. Maybe due to the fact that I am more into 'short' short stories these days, or maybe due to the songs playing in the background, or just maybe because I THINK I am hiving reader's AND writer's block. AT THE SAME TIME. Well, I really liked the whole idea of this story and the characters. Kinda like the devil/angel on your shoulders sorta-thing. Oh! And one more thing. Listen to this song and tell me what you think about it. It randomly popped up in my YouTube reccommendations and n...

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Thanks so much! :D HAHAH YESSSSSSSS bootiful Noice :D

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Dhwani Jain
14:44 Jul 21, 2021

You liked the song?

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Yup lol

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Dhwani Jain
15:42 Jul 21, 2021

Great! Anything new?

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Dhwani Jain
07:42 Jul 21, 2021

Don't know if I've done this before or not, but.....YOU ASKED FOR IT! 🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌...

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Haha shank you!

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Danika :)
23:38 Jul 20, 2021

You put "Wake up past midnight, knit, talk a walk, gulp some fresh air, whatever." but I think you mean "take a walk" not "talk a walk" :) "But luckily Aeliya Adele was pretty logical," This part seems like it's in the third person, but the rest is first person. I looooooved the story! I thought she would pick wrong, but then I realized that this is Reedsy, not everything has a happy ending. So your ending still surprised me! I loved it! Great job! I think you should continue trying to do a story a week.

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Ah, thanks for catching that! Yea, that was actually intentional; sometimes when a character is talking about themself flashing into 3rd person for a second emphasizes it :) But thanks! Ack, thank you so much, Veronica! Oop, tbh, 99% of my writing has happy endings (I hate typical, easy Disney-story type things, but if there’s a good character and they beat all the bad things thrown in their way, they deserve a happy ending, y’know? So I like happy endings but with catches ;D Even in Zetta Grace, when the character literally died, I write a...

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Kat Sencen
22:05 Jul 20, 2021

Wow, great story! I loved the flashback at the start, and the phrase is well thought-out. Not much critique on this, except for how I sort of lost the story at the end. Maybe explain it a little more.

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Kat Sencen
22:06 Jul 20, 2021

Oh, and possibly add a TW for the nightmares.

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I mean I don’t know, I think nightmares are a pretty chill topic (tw are usually for miscarriages, death, gore, things like that) and between the title and the prompt and first line I think any readers would already know it has something to do you nightmares, y’know?

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Thanks for the feedback, Keefe! :D

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20:30 Jul 20, 2021

TBR-

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TY SIS-

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20:37 Jul 21, 2021

NP ILL GET TO IT SOON 😫

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Sunny 🌼 🖤
19:11 Jul 20, 2021

damn- this was...really good like I didn't really know what do expect from this story but wOw and when you ended the story with the same line yous tarted with- *chef's kiss* that's like trick #1 to leaving the reader with chills!

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:0 omg thank you- eeeeeep thanks so much Sarah, glad you enjoyed it lol <3 yusss

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