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Annie Persson

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Aug, 2023

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Void of Stars: Thief's Revenge

(This story contains some mentions of domestic abuse, but only a tiny bit)When I was a baby, my parents were killed. Well, killed is the wrong word. They ceased to exist. And for some reason, I still exist. For some reason, I was spared my parents’ horrible demise. I don’t know why, but I do know whoever made my parents disappear made a big mistake. If they value their own life, or lives, then they should’ve disappeared me too. Because now? I’m not going to stop until I find them and destroy them. I’m Robin, and this is my version of the sto...

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The Second Tale of the Unreliable Narrator (And There is Definitly ONE This Time)

This time, Imelda was NOT ready. And she knew (almost) exactly what she was supposed to do. “Wait, so what exactly do you want me to do with him?” She asked, turning to the boy who recently recruited her. It turned out that his name was Caleb, but Imelda decided to call him Cal. It was much easier to type say than Caleb. Cal looked at her and leaned against the counter they were standing by. “You really are geared more towards killing than protecting, aren’t you?” Mel nodded like it was obvious. He laughed and ordered a lemonade when the ...

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Heart of Ice Part 3

“So I was thinking, if our bruises itch, does that mean we’re doing something wrong?” Mari, ever the (attempted) philosopher said as we circled the mountainside, me searching for enough magnivolts to open a stable portal, and Mari babbling away in giant-bird form. “I don’t know.” I said, closing my eyes to better detect the little pockets of ‘magic’ (as the humans call it), while Mari swerved to avoid a flock of sparrows. “I was just thinking, ‘case you know I believe everything has a deeper meaning. Also-” “Mari! Shush!” I interrupted, “...

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Reed My Lips

I was deciding whether to pack my knitted jumper or my loosely knitted crop top when my phone pinged. I looked down and saw it was my friend, Celestina. Hey, can u chat Her message read. I hit the video option on my screen and waited for her to pick up. Seconds later, I saw her face appear on screen. “Hey Tina, what one should I bring?” I said, holding up the two options I had been contemplating. “Hmm, maybe the proper jumper, didn’t you say it was cold in Trefach?” She said, squinting at the screen. Yeah, you’re right. So, what did you want...

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The Tale of the Unreliable Narrator(s)

Imelda was ready. What she was ready for, she didn’t know. Not yet. Her employer was giving her a new assignment today, but she needed to get to the rendezvous point alive, which might prove a challenge in and of itself because the traffic was murder. Foot traffic, that was. Standing with her back pressed against the alley wall, she could hear, smell and see the chaos in the main marketplace. The monthly market was in session, and EVERYONE was there. The food stalls were the worst. They would all put up their advertisements all over the mark...

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Heart of Ice (Part 2)

 I stepped onto the wood, the stuff that trees were made of, and looked around the cabin. There was a colourful thing on the floor, and I recognised the red and orange colours Harri had pointed out to me. The others weren’t familiar, so I continued looking around. There was a window, I remembered that word, and it showed the mountain behind it. There were a couple of things in the room I didn’t recognise, but I did remember the table and chairs in the middle of the room. There was another table, but it didn’t have any space for you to p...

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Heart of Ice

Teeth. Biting my skin. Claws. Clutching my bones. Tendrils. Sneaking down my throat and into my lungs. Cold. - - - -  I opened my eyes to white. Blinding and cold. As my poor eyes adjusted, I saw green blurs dotted throughout the white. Squinting, I could see some softer white in the endlessly blue sky, and then, further away, I could see some darker grey. And then almost black. Snow. I don’t know how I knew this, but it just came to me, Yes, snow. That’s why the clouds were black. That’s what I was laying on, and… something else. ...

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Black Magic

*This is from the world of the Black Fox, but like, a thousand years later*I scrolled down, not finding the crystal jars I was looking for. I had already checked my “last bought” list but couldn’t find them. So I was scrolling through PotionBay trying to find those stupid jars at a reasonable price. I had to have a specific crystal grade for the new line of potions I was doing, but they were all really expensive. And there were only like, three jars in each pack I had found so far. Ugh, this is going to take a lot longer than I thought.I cou...

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Pumpkin Spice

Assignment: Journal about your Thanksgiving preparations this week. Write it as if you’re writing it for someone who doesn’t know your family or you. Introduce what traditions you and your family partake in.Due Date: Monday, 11/27/23Monday, 11/20/23To say the least, I was NOT looking forward to Thanksgiving this year. We always end up talking about embarrassing stories, and someone always forgets to bring one of the dishes. That was one of the downsides of having immortal relatives. Everyone knows what your grandmother did when she was three...

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Heartstrings

“Clara!” My mum yelled, “Time for orchestra! Come on, you don’t want to be late again!” Actually, I do. I thought as I put my violin in its case. I had been up here practising for half an hour, and I still couldn’t play the violin 3 part for Angels We Have Heard on High. I sighed as I trudged down the stairs and collected my bag. I hopped in the car, mentally going over the songs in my head and the things I needed to work on in each one. When I got to the hall, there was the usual hustle with everyone trying to sign in without a neat li...

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This Poisoned Heart

“How about this?” Mother asked as she held a gorgeous emerald ring to the light. I made a small mmm sound to show my dislike and moved on to the bigger items in the antique shop. We were looking for jewellery for the party Mother was holding for my 18th birthday in two weeks. We weren’t wealthy enough to buy any from the proper shops, so she had resorted to the antique and charity shops. I browsed over the necklaces, not finding anything I liked, and moved on to the mirrors. One of them had these cute little birds around the edge, but the m...

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The Black Hart

Something nudged me on the shoulder. I groaned and rolled in the other direction.   “Adela!” A familiar voice hissed excitedly in my ear, “Come on, it’s time!” I sat bolt upright, knocking my head against the one leaning over me. “Ow, sorry, Silas, I’ll be ready in a minute,” I said rubbing my head as Silas did the same. “OK, I’ll let you have some space, but if you take more than five minutes I’m gonna send Atti in, OK? “Sure,” I stepped out of bed when Silas had closed the door behind him and looked for the dress I had first come t...

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A Ghost's Story

*Mentions of death*Immortal. Now that’s an idea I never thought of when I was alive. Of course, I had heard whispers of such people, if you could call them that. Legends say they have untold powers, like quick healing, and mind-reading abilities, and even that they can heal others, even from lethal wounds. That would’ve been helpful to know. This was, of course, Mrs.Grant’s fault. The topic for this month’s Religious Studies was the Immortals, and she told me ahead of time because I just like to know these things.So, as I was walking to scho...

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The Black Fox

A sharp gust of wind cut into my already wet bodice, blowing rain into my face. I huddled closer to the bridge's underside, my basket of fabrics tucked behind me. Why I ever thought I could make it back to the palace before the storm hit I don't know. My petite figure shivered in the cold fall weather as I hugged my knees to my chest. Suddenly, I heard a yapping sound. It didn't sound like a hunting dog, whose bark was deep and carried through the forests, and I wondered what other type it could be; maybe one of those small dogs that co...

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