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Amelia Brown

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jun, 2025

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London's Mask

Amelia Brown

Submitted to Contest #316

There was something wrong with London. It wasn’t broken; it was just misaligned. Cora James had lived in the city for nearly three years, long enough to grow used to its chaos. The Tube delays, the polite apathy, the rain that never stopped. She walked its cracked pavements with her headphones in, a bag full of books over her shoulder, a coat too thin, and a determination that masked the tiredness in her spine. Lately, things had shifted. It began with her reflections. Mirrors and windows showed things that shouldn’t have been there. Slight...

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Crushed Mirror Powder

Amelia Brown

Submitted to Contest #307

I should quit the stupid Potion Masters Institute, with its godawful elixir recipes and that ornate, bloated legacy of snobby alumni who think they're Siam’s gift to the brewing world. Liira’s thoughts shattered through her as she crossed the threshold out of Noctidia, emerging into her favourite hidden world. She adored this realm with all its soft pink tapestries and cotton-candy kittens. A ridiculous realm by most standards, but here, logic bent just enough to let her breathe. Here, no one corrected her elixir ratios or scoffed when she s...

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Autumn Blackwell

Amelia Brown

Submitted to Contest #307

They told us it was for the greater good. That we were regulating the world to give it balance and serenity. That the power they had given us was always within us, just hidden because letting it free would leave the mortal world in chaos. The Academia Arcanum Obscura sits somewhere between Oxford and oblivion. No map shows its true location. To get there, you don’t apply. You’re chosen, or rather, selected. When they came for me, I was halfway through an espresso during my shift at a dead-end cafe in East London, my apron smelling like burn...

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The Ruby

Amelia Brown

Submitted to Contest #307

They say time is linear, a straight path, but grief twists and turns, refusing to follow a straight path. I lost my grandmother three months ago. She was the only parent I knew. She was a ballerina who travelled the world performing Swan Lake to princes and kings and children who had parents with fat wallets. The ballet gene did not run through me. I wasn’t as graceful and disciplined as her. I took after my father’s side of the family with my short stature and white blonde hair. When I look in the mirror, I don’t see my grandmother’s eyes ...

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The SheSits™

Amelia Brown

Submitted to Contest #306

Introducing the newest innovation in technology after years of research and no peer reviews. Finally, a chair for her. The SheSits™. Why did we design this? Because apparently, regular chairs were too masculine, and women have suffered in silence long enough. After centuries and centuries of women sitting in chairs designed for men, the SheSits™ dares to ask: “What if a chair... had feelings?” Designed by a team of all-male engineers in a windowless office that smells like sweat, cologne and ego, the SheSits™ is the first chair that acknowle...

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