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Emily Beckett

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Nov, 2025

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Thirty-seven

Submitted to Contest #336

Content warning: violence, sexual assault, psychological trauma. Thirty-seven days and thirty-eight tormenting nights have passed. I didn’t live through the days, only counted them—why, I don’t even know. Daylight went faster in the waking haze I’ve existed in for thirty-seven days. But when night comes, the lights go out, the noise dies, and in the silence of my soul the words return, echoing; my closed eyes see everything—red blood, green eyes, a white top, blonde hair matted with blood, a thick crimson pool on the floor before the white l...

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Stuffed Giraffe

Submitted to Contest #335

I pulled up right in front of the bar. I hadn’t even set the parking brake when a guy leaned down to my window.“You can’t park here,” he said flatly.I couldn’t tell whether he worked for the club or was just some self-appointed sidewalk guard, but whatever — have a nice day. I pulled out a hundred and held it out the window.“I know. Mind keeping an eye on it for five minutes?”Even I almost missed the quick motion with which the bill disappeared.“Of course.” He stepped back so I could get out.I worked my way past the impatient line of would-b...

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Like Salt

Submitted to Contest #334

Once upon a time, there was an old king, and he had three daughters, all of them exceedingly beautiful. The king was wealthy, and of course he spoiled his daughters. He gave them fine dresses and precious jewels. A whole host of servants watched for their every wish. Though the youngest often lingered in the kitchens, and more than once soiled her expensive clothes as she went about her tasks.But the king always forgave her, for he loved all three of his daughters equally. They brought him what little joy remained in his old days. And also h...

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The Captain's Pipe

Submitted to Contest #332

The first raindrop hesitated on Captain Jonan Dust’s beard. It was so astonished by its own landing that it forgot to trickle any further into the tangled whiskers. More drops followed, lingering as they traced the creases in the captain’s scowling face, deepening the lines of worry. His sharp eyes all but glowed from the sunburnt, weathered skin.Dust stood on the bridge, studying the bank of storm-clouds piling up ahead of the ship. He was no longer convinced that stealing this vessel today had been a sensible idea.One last pull on the pipe...

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A Girl, an Axe, and an Arrow

Submitted to Contest #330

A restless crowd swelled around her on all sides as the guards dragged her onto the platform. The bloodthirsty mob roared and jeered. „Off with the thief’s hand!” „Cut it off!” They judged her, demanding a painful punishment – though she never harmed any of them.She stole only from those whose coffers still overflowed with more than enough. Thikune had grown up on these very streets – among the very people who now pelted her with rotten fruit and called for her blood. And who now wished to see her spend the rest of her life handless.She lift...

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Child of Stone — The Misadventures of Terrtara

Submitted to Contest #329

Terrtara had never been the most skilful of cavelings.Ever since he had burst from a seam in the rock—sparked into being by a stray pickaxe strike—he had mostly stumbled from panic to confusion without truly knowing why he was alive or what exactly he was meant to do.The first thing he remembered was running.Huge dwarven boots thundered around him, shaking dust from the beams above as miners sang and swung their tools in unison. Terrtara darted between their steps, terrified of being crushed, and flung himself into a narrow crack in the ston...

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Chronicle of Alogarth

Submitted to Contest #328

“Who were the first knights?” Aliarra asked that evening, when they stopped to rest.The fire crackled softly between them. Taatos glanced at her as if he’d tried to read the answer on her face. It had been a long time since he’d last heard their legend.“Ailon and Blega,” he began at last. “They were the first to call themselves Moonlight Knights. The first chapterhouse was built in their honour. Long ago, in the Elder Days, the Citadel of Alogarth stood proud in the northern reaches, wrapped by a humble town at the foot of a jagged ridge. It...

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The Last Lighthouse

Submitted to Contest #328

Kaelren stood on the upper terrace of the lighthouse. The setting sun painted the sea blood-red, and the cliffs as well. White foam crashed against the rocks below, outlining every jagged edge—a warning to any who strayed too near of the fate that awaited them.This stretch of coast was every sailor’s nightmare, and it wasn’t called the Witches’ Claws for its shape alone. Few had ever slipped from its grasp.That was why the light had to be kept alive—to keep ships from drifting too close. This week, it was Kaelren’s duty to tend the flame and...

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Author bio

I write fantasy because it’s the easiest way for me to make sense of the worlds and characters that show up in my mind and insist on being heard. I’m drawn to slow-building stories, character-driven moments, and worlds that feel like memories rather than settings.

My current project is a connected fantasy series, Moonlight and Moonsickle, which grew quietly over the years into a larger world than I first expected. I focus on the emotional threads between characters, the small choices that shape them, and the way history lingers in the background of every scene.

If you enjoy grounded fantasy, steady character arcs, and stories built from mood and intuition, you might find something familiar in my work. I’m here to learn, write, and keep exploring this world one piece at a time.