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Isabelle Lubguban

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Feb, 2026

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Weekly Contest #366

“Are you joking?”I did not agree with the position we were in either. In fact, it was one of the most disagreeable ones of my life. However, I was not going to lay down and lose my life to a poorly made circle of barely-formed mud beasts.Kallan roared with fury. “How could you have been so foolish, Callisto? How did you not see this coming with your all-seeing dragon eye?”Mockery dripped from his voice. Heat gathered in my throat, but I forced it down. Burning the son of the Water Kingdom to ash would yield more harm than good.His toolbag sc...

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The Snow Day

Winter was my least favorite season.The sky was always either a pale gray or white, my feet would never be warm no matter how many “heated socks” I wore, and the ice made the ends of every building a hundred times more dangerous.Yet here I was, inside a café looking out at the snowy expanse of my town’s main street, sipping a latte that had gone sour on my tongue.I don’t enjoy many things.My siblings swear I stopped smiling after my seventeenth birthday. I remember it so clearly, waking up looking forward to the evening of my family party. I...

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The Wedding

Weekly Contest #363

My foster mom, Lay, doesn't care about anything or anyone. Except me. And now, Jude. It had been almost a year since Lay quit a dangerous line of work. She wanted a peaceful life, choosing to ignore the consequences of her decision instead of dealing with them.A month after, she met Jude. He had managed to lock her down after a year and four months of dating. I didn’t understand how.The last hug Lay gave me was when I was nine years old and had accidentally ran over a chipmunk with my bike. I was distraught while she was grinning from ear to...

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The Sunflower Pin

Weekly Contest #361

Every Friday during the summertime, I would sit on the pavement by the ice cream stand in town. My childhood friends would join me, and we would talk until the sun sank over the horizon and our hands were sticky from the forgotten treats. It’s always been our tradition, and I wouldn’t trade it for the world. There wasn’t anything to do besides people-watch. Families would walk in and out of stores, chatting endlessly about their upcoming beach parties and wine tastings. Children ran to the ice cream stand, obsessing over the new toy...

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