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Jexica Marcell

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jun, 2020

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Jesus Needs a Three Day Weekend

This is inspirational. Hear me out.“LISTEN!”“Okay, okay-”The poor man I pulled off the street looks at me in horror as I try to explain my story as quickly as possible.“Satan is coming to get me, and here's how it all started,”The man frowns. “Why are you telling me this-”“JUST LISTEN!”I take a deep breath in and lightning cracks like a loud whip above me. “I was standing in the pumpkin patch, down the street. Have you ever been there?”“Uh, yeah. My brother loves to go there during Halloween,” he says with a small smile. He must be clos...

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Retail thera- Oh my god is that a quesadilla?

Okay, so my boyfriend Tobias wants the new Gucci Hoverboard, because it's 2068, and who doesn't have it already? Me. I don't have it. Neither does he. And that's why he's always in a bad mood. “-no cuddles until I get the new hoverboard-” “I don't wanna eat this broccoli. I want the hoverboard-” “I don't want a new house. I want the hoverboard instead cause it's important-”I’m tired of this dummy, acting like he owns me and everything else. I actually work. He sits on his butt all day watching reviews of the new Gucci Hoverboard. He doe...

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Holly Jolly What the Hell

I hate this thing.The moment the wrapping came off -oh the pretty golden Christmas wrapping- I knew that I was going to return it. In the back of my closet, sits a blue, extra large overcoat that sports red and white candy canes, and mistletoe everywhere. It's quite possibly the ugliest thing I’ve ever seen, besides Kim Kardashian’s blond hair phase. The point is, I could do without ever seeing it again.On the hanger, it's falling off, because I couldn’t care less what happens to it, as long as I never ever have to see it again. This is the ...

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I'm sad, so I think I'll have some ice cream

I’m angry, so I think I’ll go kick a tree, purely for the purpose of my anger.“Honey, where are you going?” my husband asks. I turn around, out of frustration.“To go see a tree.”I slam the door as I exit the house, and the cold breeze hits my face. I didn’t know it could be this cold.Now I’m even more angry because it's cold. The stupid wind doesn't need to make me feel even more angry then I already am! Stupid Earth.Back in the old days, there were these things called “Self Help Books” and they would basically tell you to go to therapy if y...

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gravity, when will you learn?

sometimes it's better to fall than try and stop yourself from falling. sure you might scrape up you're hands, but at least then you know that you're alive.gravity is mysterious, but with enough knowledge, you seem to know her better than yourself. in fact, she is a part of you. it doesn't change the fact that she's deadly, and you're basically holding a loaded weapon. you ever think about those astronauts that come back down into the earth’s atmosphere, and don't make it because their ship burnt up? maybe that wasn't gravity, but she certain...

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Three Apples

Based on a true story.The little girl, Zara, walked around her cold, dark home, stumbling around on her clumsy four year old legs. She was a sweet girl, with honey blond hair, straight bangs and bright blue, curious eyes.She wasn’t the type of girl you would think to have been neglected most of her short, but meaningful life. And yet, here she was, looking for someone to grasp onto, someone to see and protect her.Zara ran to her room in the back of the house, where the Christmas boxes were stored. The room was musty, and the poor girl didn't...

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Her Little Secret

So the purpose of this story, is to make up your own...I don't even know.Basically what you do is you read this whole thing, then when y'all are wondering what Cara did, you make up your own "story" for what Cara did. This is a story for ya'll to choose what happens there, and once you figure out the perfect backstory for Cara, tell me in the comments :)“It's not fair!” Courtney whines to me. She’s my girlfriend Cara’s little sister, and it makes me feel bad.“What’s not fair, Court?” I ask, crouching to get to her level. She pouts, her brown...

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love, M

Note: part 2 to “love, X” so if you want, listen to Molly by Chase Atlantic lol. Sorry about the song The light flickers, and she walks out of the other dark room, all alone.She watches me, walks over and sits in my arms.What does she do next?She cries.Everything I hoped wasn't true comes out of her mouth. She says it all, not stopping to spare me from pain.But she's perfect, she's magic.She was the only one there for me, when no one even looked at me, she tried to make me better but she couldn't.I got up, and left, than got in my car and dr...

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love, X

Note: Oh God, this started out as a prompt from the previous week than I forgot about it…its a little confusing, yes I know, but if you listen to “pleasexanny” by Chase Atlantic, then you may get it…There will be another part eventually!Hope yall like this…My apartment?Ha. Funny.Like I actually own anything of my own.She walks around, getting grabbed by people like it's nothing.It's interesting.It's her apartment not mine. Why am I here?Maybe it's because Iamwaytoosadtobeonmyown.Catch that? No? This girl and I are on the same frequency, that...

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You thought.

Note: I cannot stress enough how important it is to have friends who will always back you up. This story hopefully speaks for itself.Love you guys so much!!! Have fun reading!“I want us to be that couple that everyone wants to be,” Israel said, grinning at me. I played with his hand, tracing around his fingers while I looked down.“So the ‘it’ couple?” I asked and he nodded.“Yeah whatever that is.” he told me.I held back a laugh as I thought about how dumb he is sometimes.My friends pulled me away from him, whispering things about him that I ...

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Drugged

Don’t freak out y'all. I'm having a writing crisis.I don't know why I’m writing these types of stories, I just feel like no one liked the other stories.Oh well, their loss. TW: language, substance abuse(?) and other stuff that I can't really explain.That feeling, the one where you wake up and are still tired. The one that doesn't go away until you have a cup of coffee, or you go for your morning run.That's how I feel right now.My eyes open as I feel the bed shake. I dart up, my brain running in circles, to see a man bouncing his knee as...

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Obsessive

TW: handcuffs? Choking?This comes off as weird. I'm sorry, it's kinda not what you think. I was talking to a lot of people, and inspiration came, and it kinda just worked as a story…Ha, don't hate me please. I know I'm weird, and I write about weird stuff.Hope you like it, ha…Click!You used to be shy.Your smile now comes out more, your screams make my day. Who would have ever thought that you were shy?The Polaroid sits on the bedside table, on my side, since I'm the photographer. But sometimes you take charge, and it ends up on your sid...

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Gas Station Freeze Tag

I have to say, what I do for a living is something you could probably never handle.It takes a lot of personality, and ‘IDGAF’ vibes.I am who you call when you need to know if people like what you have to offer…I am the Critic.---The car drives fast and pulls into the gas station, and I grab my equipment. Pen? Check.Clipboard? Check.Voice recorder? Check.The driver parks in the small parking lot off to the side (that's pretty inconvenient for people who don't want to get gas) and I get out when the car engine fades.My shiny black shoes c...

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What You Don't See

NOTE: This was a quick write, just a jot down of my thoughts about bi-polar disorder. I know that some of us struggle with it, and it may not be accurate. Again, this is just a jot down of my thoughts about what it could be like.And to everyone who struggles with bi-polar disorder? We’re here for you. There is nothing wrong with you.All of you are amazing xxx“I can't, with you Orlando!” You yelled at me. I looked at her, confused.“Why are you yelling at me? I just forgot to take out the laundry!” I yelled back, angry. I started to ball up my...

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Attention Seeking

Note: I watched the show You, and tried to make something like it, but it didn't turn out that way :( …hope you like it!The creaky screen door slammed when you walked out of the house. I quickly followed, trying to figure out what you were mad about now.As soon as I got closer to you, I crossed my arms. “What are you freaking out about now?” I asked, tired of this never ending shit show.“I’m leaving you Maurice,” you said quietly. “I’m leaving you!”I looked at you, unfazed. The amount of times you had done this before was fucking ridiculous....

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