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Bella Cole

Author on Reedsy Prompts since May, 2021

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You should try the hamburger, it's to die for.

The bell jingles over the diner door, my head snapped up at the sound.  “Welcome to the Sun Diner honey!” I yelled, looking over to the entering customers. The young girls smiled, one was tall with gangly arms and legs. Her friend was even taller, with more of a bounce to her step, and braids cascading down her back.  The shorter one asked for a table, I showed them to one right under the TV. The second-best seat in the house, the first one was for someone very special.  The girls nodded thanks, and I left them to have Kara...

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I only threw up once

Honestly, I didn’t really love the boat. It made me sea-sick with the rocking, and tossing on a ‘calm’ sea day.  My heart would jump to my throat, then dance to my feet within seconds. Yet, I don’t love the land either. It seemed monstrous compared to the eighty foot boat. Everyone treated others like strangers, there were no happy greetings or cherry welcomes. Mainly there were stiff nods, simple replies, and the required small talk.  My mind was somewhere in the middle, a place where I could run without worry. A place that didn...

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Sometimes, I still long for those days. Anything is better than this life.

Weekly Contest #105

Ophelia’s POV  *** Every time, my mother and father come home their covered in blood. Exhausted, sweaty, the blood coming either from their body or off their hands. They wouldn’t look at me or speak to me. They’d walk right past me, sometimes the blood from their hands would drop to the ground just missing my feet. They’d walk to the bathroom and disappear for the night, no bedtime story, or nighttime shower.  I would make myself dinner on those days, and make sure to feed the dog. I would work out my nightly routine by myself, ...

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"I really don't even remember how we became friends."

Weekly Contest #104

“You can’t be serious,” Karma stated, looking up from her sketchbook. Her exasperated expression was twisted with irritation, they had been discussing all day. Going back and forth between ideas for what they should do with the next two days.  They were located at Karmas parent’s house, with little freedom and an itch to do something. They had been left to their own devices in the middle of nowhere Texas, and they only had a couple of days left. Zoey had to head back to Florida for school, and the girls weren’t excited to part.  ...

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How much do you remember?

Weekly Contest #103

The air was filled with dust and the smell of age-old boxes. Creaky floorboards were layered in dust and broken chairs littered the floor. Grandma and I had been in the attic all day, filing through boxes of old memories. Some Grandma cried silent tears, and others filling the stuffy room in laughter.  I was amazed by how many little treasures Grandma had managed to keep, even after moving four times. She had photo books from when my mother was my age and old necklaces that pawnshops would kill for. Her collection of snowglobes was cov...

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The Town of Whispered Secrets

Weekly Contest #102

Zack wasn't bothered by the girl next door. Sure, she watered her flowers at night, and once painted her walls with tomato sauce, but everyone had their quirks. (Zack found the tomato project intriguing, as she'd managed to drench the entire room, including the carpet and lampshade, in tomato. He tried not to imagine the smell after a month.)  After watching her for a few months, he decided to talk to her. Walk up straight to her door and knock, maybe he should bring some cookies. However he hesitated, what do you say to her? He doesn’...

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The Poison of Love

Weekly Contest #101

Some words should only be said in the most intimate of times. Times when both parties will remember the words forever, letting the memory dance as they fall asleep. For both Zamira and Kavvan, words haven’t passed that meet that degree. Both have lived a life of pure direction, with no affection or love insight.  Zamira was a captain of one of the most infamous ships. She had found the land by accident while trying to find the lost city of Atlantis. When they landed here, she had promised to stay for a week. As they explored this unkno...

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