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Elle Storey

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Mar, 2025

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The Protectors

Part 1 – The Watcher I do not sleep. I have never known the taste of dreaming. Instead, I wait. Waiting is my marrow, my pulse, my only inheritance.They painted me long before the children of this house learned to walk. I was nailed into the corner where the hall bends into shadow, set upon the wall with black eyes too wide, too endless. They called me decoration but never thought to ask if I had a mouth, though I do.They never wondered if I had a hunger.I’ll let you fill in the rest.From my perch, I see them. The family. The girl with ink-b...

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The Girl Who Borrowed A Name

They say she arrived like a ghost someone had wished into being. Half-shadow. Half-story. With a new name in her mouth and old blood on her hands.Spring had just begun, sugared with cherry blossoms and pollen, clinging to it like gossip. The birds were busy remembering their names, the trees were whispering their first green poems of the year, and the town smelled of wet earth and new beginnings. And her. Maisie Wells, she said her name was. She arrived with a suitcase covered in faded stickers and a head full of stories not quite hers.She d...

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Knots and Stitches

They only came when she dropped a stitch.That was the first thing he heard in that house. He hadn’t even knocked yet—just stood there, shivering slightly on the porch, unsure whether the sound of the sea in the distance was real or imagined. The wood beneath his feet creaked like it had a memory of him that he didn’t share.Inside, something moved.And then the door opened, as if it had been expecting him.He didn’t remember climbing the hill. Not really. One moment he was walking through the town, then the forest, then a crooked fence and a ga...

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Forgive Me

The transmission came through at 03:47 Universal Time.Although it was bent by radiation and distance, the voice was unmistakably human. Female. Crying."This is Dr. Zariah Wynn... aboard the Celestis Ark... I'm the only one left. God, please—someone—anyone—"Silence followed. Then static. Then one last helpless plea."Forgive me."…The Celestis Ark had been missing for six years.A deep-space colonisation vessel sent to TRAPPIST-1e, vanishing from radar shortly after passing through a wormhole. No wreckage. No signal. Nothing.Until now.The crew o...

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See You Soon

Weekly Contest #294

Claire,You didn’t think you could just leave, did you?I’ve always known where you were. That little bus station in the city? That motel with the flickering sign on the side of the motorway? I was watching you even then. How you clutch your bag when you sleep. How you leave the TV on static to drown out the sound of your thoughts.You’re clever. Slippery. But not clever enough.I have to admit, you know how to cover your tracks. But you should know that you can’t shake off your own tail.You're not running away from me. You're running toward me....

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Cindy Colburn

I hated getting the late train. It wasn’t even that late—just past seven—but the station always felt slightly off in the evenings. Too quiet. Too empty. The kind of silence that makes you hyper-aware of every sound: the hum of the overhead lights, the faint scrape of shoes against concrete, the rustling of the wind in the hedges beyond the tracks.I stood near the platform's edge, shifting my weight from foot to foot. My school blazer wasn’t doing much against the cold, and the mist curling across the platform made it feel even colder. M...

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The Final Departure

The chill bit into my skin as I pressed my forehead against the cold glass of the train window, watching my breath fog the pane, turning the dark fields beyond into ghostly shadows. Grey trees, drooping hedges, and skeletal farmhouses blurred past as the train rattled with a metallic shriek. All of it rushed by, faster and faster, as if the train itself was trying to outrun the memories of the war-torn city. Not for the first time, my hand found its way to the flimsy scrap of paper hanging from my neck. Abigail Gray. Age 9. London. That was ...

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I met death last night

Weekly Contest #293

I met death last night.Being alone in one of London’s many streets, I was already cold, but his presence behind me was more than that.It was ice—sharp, hard ice that seared through my flesh, travelled through my blood, urging goosebumps to shoot out of my skin.When I turned down the lonely alley, I regretted it instantly. It was said that he lingered in dark streets, waiting for a desperate soul to pass him by.But still, I had decided to keep going.Arriving in London on the night of my sister's birthday was already fine, but her party had be...

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