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Elle. E. Tee

Author on Reedsy Prompts since May, 2025

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Unchosen, Rarely Picked

Weekly Contest #309

In the quiet spaces between gum trees and ghosts, a woman walks toward the ache of being almost loved. There is something about the trees at night that makes you feel watched, even when you’re not. They stand taller here in Hades Ridge—leaner, sharper, stranger. By day they’re gentle, green, even beautiful. At night, they turn. At night, the spaces between the branches shift, and the wind feels like it knows something you don’t. You walk anyway. It’s a quiet ache that presses against your back, the kind that doesn’t scream but lingers like a...

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The Independence Lab

Room 1311 stood apart from the mundane hallways of traditional learning. It was neither bound by standardized tests nor dictated by rigid curricula. It pulsed alive, A promise of unconventional education, Schools were meant to prepare them for life, but what had they truly been taught? Students could calculate percentages but not manage their own emotions. They could recite historical dates but not build healthy relationships. They had been taught to memorize facts, not to think, adapt, or survive. The teacher’s voice rose, “Today’s exam is ...

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Secret Spots

Secret Spots: A VR Journey, an interactive narrative game story that weaves together passion, guilt, and the eternal struggle between our most primal needs and our ethical compass. The story can be experienced as a choice-driven VR simulation, where every decision force Isabella—and by extension, you—to confront the blurred boundaries of desire, right and wrong, and the seductive allure of forbidden love. Entering the Simulation You find yourself in a meticulously crafted digital world—a wintry, Australian landscape. Dark rain clouds shroud ...

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A Patient without Importance

In this collection, each entry is a battle cry against a system that has repeatedly dehumanized and neglected me. These pages chronicle a life defined by relentless pain, broken promises, and breaches of trust—all while the institutions meant to heal subject me to bureaucratic indifference and cruelty. Complex Regional Pain Syndrome (CRPS) is a little-known, relentlessly debilitating condition that robs its sufferers not only of physical comfort but often of their dignity, independence, and hope. For over eight years, I have navigated the tr...

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Farewell, My Love, My Foe

Weekly Contest #306

Good evening, everyone.Tonight, I stand before you with a heavy but resolute heart. I come not only with memories of love and longing but with the quiet strength born of having lived through passion’s extremes. I am here to say farewell—to a love that once roared like a siren calling me to its depths, to the toxic ties that once bound me, and ultimately, to the version of myself that clung to illusions. This speech is for anyone who has ever felt torn between heartache and hope, and for those who have ever had the courage to let go.I remembe...

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Baking Men

Weekly Contest #306

This morning, I woke to the scent of home-baked goods—warm, rich, and promising, like the whisper of a long-lost romance. Perhaps it was the single life or the undeniable drought in the “men flow,” but my heart—and stomach—demanded something deliciously rebellious. “If love won’t find me today, I’ll craft my own sweet replacements!”With that declaration, I strutted into the kitchen, where fate had mischief brewing. Maybe it was just my imagination—or a wink from Cupid—but I swear tiny cherubs danced among my baking tools, sprinkling secret ...

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A Serpent's Promise

Isabella had always believed that true friendship was a sanctuary—a space where laughter mingled with tears and secrets were exchanged without pretence. Ever since she was young, she’d held the conviction that caring for someone meant standing by them, through storms and sunshine alike. For years, the bond between her and Husani had seemed unbreakable. Their shared dreams, late-night talks under starry skies, and the gentle banter over countless cups of coffee had painted their friendship in the brightest of hues. That was before the weight ...

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The Examples

Weekly Contest #303

THE EXAMPLES CHAPTER 1 THE PLAN It was a morning similar to the usual day-to-day life. The sky displayed blue, purple, and orange hues. Switch had been following his routine for months. His surveillance had gone smoothly. From his vantage point by the entrance, he blended in without drawing attention. To others, Switch appeared as just another person at the gym, engaged in their workout. However, he was observing.From the reflective gym windows, he monitored all areas - the stretching section, the weights area, the lines of cardio machines, ...

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The Legends of Freya

Weekly Contest #302

“I don’t understand!” The words spread like wildfire, whispered from lips trembling with uncertainty, carried through the kingdom as the dawn revealed what no one had expected—the young princess was missing. Hesitation gripped the palace, rippling through its gilded halls. Questions collided, confusion thickening like fog. Alert the Queen. Find the princess.But no answers came. Only echoes of the same panicked plea. “I don’t understand.” Princess Persella woke to a strange stillness. A cave of darkness. Gone was the soft cocoon of silk spun ...

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Conditional Kindness

Weekly Contest #302

A reckless night leads Isabella into the hands of a stranger, someone who saves her, but not without expectation. When kindness comes at a price, she learns that help isn’t always clean-cut. Sometimes, it lingers. Sometimes, it haunts and sometimes, its conditional. The streets of Perry Avenue beat like a living heart, alive with soulful bodies flowing like sand through an hourglass smooth, yet unpredictable, a controlled chaos that felt effortless. The air pulsed with sound, voices blurring into the rhythm of the night, a pull that wrapped...

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