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Ash Elliott

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Dec, 2024

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Eight Hungry Eyes

The age as we know it had long since faded into dust and ash. Humans roamed the faded wastes of continents whose names had been long forgotten. Little grows and even fewer animals scavenge the barren dirt. In some dark corner of this grim planet, a small human girl has caught the attention of something twisted by decades of shadow and radiation. She is Agawei, her village lies miles from the ruins she is forbidden to enter but enters anyway. Her mother is sick, a blight has already claimed many of the elders and the young. The men speak of ...

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Death, A Flower and Hope

Submitted to Contest #309

The sky above where the man stood and waited was pure black. All the stars had been swallowed already by the growing cancer in the center of the void. Death’s egg loomed large, encircled by rings of bright light which it was slowly drinking up to plunge the world into darkness. He stood on the white marble of the heavens Palace, both of his hands rested on the pommel of his sword while the tip had been thrust into the stone. He had known this had been coming, this calamity, but everything in him still had a hard time believing it was real. W...

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The Infinite Library of Phaleron

Submitted to Contest #302

“I don't understand,” Jonathan whispered as he stared at his hands, his hands that had once been pristine and whole and full of bone and blood and skin, his hands that were now rapidly turning to paper and mulch in a facsimile of human form. “I did everything right, I checked the time.” He looked up at me with full horror, his eyes already losing their watery texture and turning to black pools of ink, “I checked the time,” he screamed through his paper throat, shredding it and sending letters dancing into the air. The noises that ripped and...

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