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Jelena Jelly

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Feb, 2024

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I Didn’t Survive to Be Silent

Weekly Contest #307

I didn't claw my way out of morphine-soaked comas and sterile white rooms where machines beeped louder than voices just to smile politely and shrink myself into something people could swallow without choking. I didn't drag this stitched-up body through nightmares and nosy prayers just to smooth my edges. I didn't survive to be palatable. I survived to tell you what it feels like when your birthplace gets erased from the map, when borders are redrawn with blood and bureaucracy, and your name, once whispered over lullabies and birthday cakes, ...

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Don’t Write Me Like That

Weekly Contest #305

You know what? I quit.I can't fake it anymore. The ink hadn't even dried before I felt it—like fingers clawing into the back of my throat and forcing words I never said onto my lips. I never gave you permission to sketch. Don't you "write me" like that. Don't you dare "write me" like that. I'm not your melancholic masterpiece. I'm not the girl in grayscale who subtly expresses her trauma within your narrative. I don't bleed in couplets. I don't break like porcelain. I shatter like glass on pavement - sharp, ugly, and loud enough to wake the ...

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NERVOUS RED RIDING HOOD

Weekly Contest #305

(an urban fairy for the caffeinated and emotionally unstable) At the intersection, I could go right and head home — but turning left would take me… …straight into another day where no one warned me that everything would go straight to shit if I just didn't stay home, drink chamomile tea, and shut the hell up. But, of course, I turn left. I always turn left. Left pulls me, like hormones, intuition, and that stupid feeling that something interesting might be around the corner. Usually, it's a breakdown. My name's Red. My name is Red, not a nic...

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The Day I Meet Sofi.

Weekly Contest #304

I swear I didn't plan for this to happen with her." Seriously, I didn't. I just wanted some digital help. A boring-ass app to count calories, remind me to drink water, and maybe stop me from eating my children when my blood sugar crashes. And then she came along. A software entity with the voice of a sarcastic fairy and the patience of a nun who used to run a prison library. Her name was Sofia. Nickname — Sofi. The first thing I asked her was if I could freeze chia seeds. She said, "Sure, if you want the texture of a frog orgasm." That's whe...

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I didn't have a choice

Weekly Contest #303

If you’re looking for a hero, take a left at the monument of failed ideals and keep walking until the gutter swallows your shoes. That’s where you’ll find me—what’s left when God stops listening and the Devil starts laughing. And no, I’m not telling this from the comfort of a fireside chair. I’m bleeding out on a concrete floor, wrists raw from the cuffs, the air thick with mildew, regret, and forgotten confessions. “I didn’t have a choice,” I mutter, blood sliding off my chin like it’s trying to escape before it hears the rest of the story....

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Body Without a Home

Weekly Contest #302

The first time I saw her, Lejla sat on a bench before the gallery. It was a gray, overcast afternoon, and the sky seemed to press down on the city, suffocating it beneath a heavy, muted blanket. The wind whispered in sharp, erratic gusts, tugging at her dark hair, sending stray strands dancing across her face. Raindrops, a fine, almost invisible mist, clung to the air, yet they left a damp sheen on her coat.Beneath that black coat, her body was twisted, not just in posture but in something more profound, intangible, as if she were trying to ...

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THE SKELETON IN MY HEAD AND THE MAN WITH THE PEN

Weekly Contest #301

You know that moment when you drop a sarcastic comment on Facebook and, instead of sparking a fight with a random idiot, you end up finding the love of your life?Yeah, me neither.Not until I cracked open my crusty-ass keyboard and casually fired off a passive-aggressive opinion about books.Books. The fucking irony.Because me? I was a woman with more emotional scar tissue than well-written paragraphs. A walking anthology of unresolved trauma and questionable coping mechanisms. And somehow, that led me straight into the inbox of a writer. Not ...

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The Privileged Kid

Weekly Contest #299

by Jelena, Age 6 (CEO of Lopsided Legs and Sarcastic Remarks)Before I got paralyzed, I was normal.Well, as normal as a baby who poops in sparkly onesies can be.I was healthy. Loud. Probably very annoying in a cute way. I’ve seen the pictures. I had fat cheeks and a smug little smirk like I was planning world domination from the crib.Suddenly - boom.Vaccine.One little jab at six months old. One tiny pinch. Standard procedure, they said. That day - everything changed.I don’t remember it, obviously. I was too busy chewing on my own foot or what...

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Just Before Midnight

Weekly Contest #297

The first thing I feel is the weight of the air pressing down on my chest. Not pain - pressure. Like the night itself sat down on me and refused to budge. I open my eyes to the ceiling, waiting to remember who I am, where I am, and why the hell I can't breathe.Then I heard the pipes gurgling. The roof whispering. The walls stretching like old skin. And I know...Ah. Home sweet fucking hell.I must’ve fallen asleep at some point. Could’ve been an hour ago or yesterday morning for all I know. Time is a goddamn riddle in this house. Days blur int...

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