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Marissa Reilly

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Dec, 2020

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Rosfair

TW: Suicide, death, mental health, some slight gore **NOT RELATED TO PROMPT** This was an untitled draft for so long, and I'm so happy to say that it's finished! ** I stand on the shipwreck, watching the frothy waves toss bits of wood and various pieces of soggy furniture around. As I look around, I can see ghostly figures picking their way around the shipwreck, some stopping to talk to one another, others stopping to stare and the gray clouds quickly turning black. Most, however, like me, have stopped to stare at the looming shape on the...

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Kanoa's (Personal) Journal/ Kanoa’s (Pilikino) Pūnaewele

*NOT RELATED TO PROMPT! I found this story in my drive, and I remember that I wrote it in 7th grade, so I'm surprised at how good it was! I fixed it up a little bit, and I must say, it's a pretty good story!* Kanoa’s (Personal) Journal Kanoa’s (Pilikino) Pūnaewele Friday, 4/3/19 Leinani is beautiful, popular, smart… did I mention she’s beautiful? She’s also the center of EVERYONE’S attention. Including my parents’. They fuss over her every little “boo─boo”(that’s seriously what Leinani calls her scrapes, cuts, and scratches). They take a...

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Chickens: Burning the World Down One House at a Time

“I remember now. I forgot to-” You forgot to close the door, and a burning chicken ran into the house, and set your couch on fire. The flames spread, and soon your entire house was burning to the ground. “What kind of story is that?” Duh. It’s yours, silly. “No, it’s not.” Of course it is. You said, “I forgot to-” and you were going to say, “I forgot to close the door, and a burning chicken ran int-" “No, I was NOT going to say that. I was going to say, “I forgot to close the-” The oven door, and you also forgot to turn off the oven, ...

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Beautiful- The Legend of the North Star

"Beautiful," whisper the stars "You are beautiful." "But how can you say that?" I whisper back. "Because, child, it is the truth," the stars sing into my ears. "Surely-- surely you are more beautiful than I?" I ask, my words carried on the wind to the heavens. "Nay, we are but lights in the sky, lights that disappear," they laugh, their voices soaring through the night. "But you are so beautiful, so bright, so- so..." I am at loss for words, unable to express their beauty. "We only come out at night, and sometimes we are not t...

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The Meaning of Skribbls

I don't know when the Skribbls doc was first made. I don't know exactly why, either, except that there was a group of people who played Skribbl together, and thus made the doc. But things have changed. Skribbl is no longer played- at least, not as a group. Half of the people who were on the doc last year aren't on the doc this year, or even on Reedsy. Maya Emerson, Bill Cipher, Nainika Gupta... just a few of the people that have been gone so long, it seems like they're just names now. Memories. Dreams we struggle to hold on to, lest we lose ...

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Steak and Potatoes [Are My Favorite]

Trigger Warning: Death and Potatoes *Not related to prompt* My name is Sasha, but my older brother, Ricky, likes to call me “Salsa”. He says it’s because I can be “mild” one day and “spicy” the next, whatever that means. Older brothers can be a HUGE pain in the neck sometimes, especially mine, but I still love him anyway. I like to call him “Ole Rickety” because his bones creak so much. Back when we were younger, though, I didn’t have anything to call him, except “meanie”, but now that we’re older, his creaky bones have earned him a fitti...

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A Collection of Poems

This is a small collection of poems written by me. I didn’t feel like writing a story yet. Yeah, I know, I’m lazy. The first one is from second grade. But don’t say it’s good, because there was a format already, and I just filled in the blanks with things personal to me. My personal favorite is the one I wrote last year, at a time in my life when I was beginning to realize how awful I was being to certain people, especially one in particular. (Hint: Both the first and last name are people from the Bible). I was also beginning to realize that...

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Can I Trust You? (Part 2)

*This was a collab with Abigail Cross. She was originally going to post it, but she was unable to. Also, it was originally supposed to be submitted under the "Because I said so" prompt of the last contest, but unfortunately, it was a little late.* Alya: I slowly back away, the knife gleaming on the ground, memory after horrid memory seeping into my mind. I back up into a large tree as I raise my hands, my birthmark glowing a lightning blue instead of the usual soft color. Adrenaline shoots through my veins as Charlie looks at me, his intens...

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Can I Trust You?

*Author's Note: This is a collab/roleplay that I did with Abigail Cross, and amazing friend, fellow Christian, and extremely talented author. This is Part 1 (yep, it's a series!) and Abbie will be submitting Part 2 (when we write it) with her stories. Enjoy! Abigail Cross: https://blog.reedsy.com/creative-writing-prompts/author/edbcba/ Alya Ross: I ran through the forest, thin branches whipping my face. Hot tears streamed down my cheeks as I remembered the horrid nights I spent crying myself to sleep in the musty basement I once lived. They...

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The Wedding of Flowers ("The Islander" Part 3)

Many moons have passed And I have almost forgotten The storm that took So many on the Ship that took me from My island and my family. I still long for my family I long to run with my Brothers on the beach Teasing them as I race past them. I long to roam the meadows with My sisters and pick Fragrant flowers to braid Into our hair and Bring home to Mother. How I miss my island’s roses That smelled like fresh moss And the lavender sprigs That smelled so sweet, Relaxing us with their smell. I miss the vines of honeysuckle That teased our fac...

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The Storm ("The Islander" Part 2)

Prologue The water is dark It is filling my nose My mouth And it is swirling. Swirling dangerously, As if it will suck me down Into the depths, And never return me. My adrenaline kicks in My legs pump and My arms propel me in the Direction that I Hope is up. But why then does The water grow Darker? Why then does it Feel as if I have been swimming for hours? I ask these things to myself And then I black-out. The last thing I see Is someone swimming towards me. The last thing I feel is Someone taking me in their arms And then swimming Back ...

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The Trade ("The Islander" Part 1)

The sand under my feet Is warm, Like chicken Just roasted over A warm fire. The air that I'm breathing Tastes like salt, Like ocean spray And the breeze is Blowing softly, Bringing shouts Snapping me out of My tranquil daydream. I look down the beach And see people running, Shouting and pointing To the open sea. I look out across the ocean And see white clouds Moving in fast. And then I see That these are not clouds. They are sails, And they belong to a ship. A crowd has gathered by now. People murmur amongst themselves, Wondering what t...

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Beyond the Shadows (Ivy's POV)

Weekly Contest #81

*Ivy’s Note* This is a collab with Nainika Gupta, an OUTSTANDING author, friend, and the best know-it-all I’ve ever known. (That’s a compliment.) As Nainika mentioned, we decided on JFK’s assassination. And as Nainika also mentioned, she has taken the assassin’s POV (link below), and I have taken the doctor’s POV. Enjoy! P.S. If you don’t know who Nainika is, then shame on you! JK, but here’s her profile page link so you can follow her! https://blog.reedsy.com/creative-writing prompts/contests/80/submissions/54448/ P.P.S. This was supposed t...

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A Ringing Silence

Weekly Contest #80

*Ivy's Note* This story is dedicated to all the Holocaust survivors, and all of the Jews who perished during this terrible event. I also dedicate this to Nainika Gupta and Bill Cipher, who gave me critique on it before I even finished it. I'm also dedicating it to Maya Emerson and Sapphire, and all my fellow Reedsy lovers that I haven't met. (Yet.) https://blog.reedsy.com/creative-writing-prompts/author/ccbca4/ https://blog.reedsy.com/creative-writing-prompts/author/mufasa/ https://blog.reedsy.com/creative-writing-prompts/author/87fbc6/ http...

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Dear Danie, You're No Longer Dear

TW: child abuse Dear Danie, I've crossed out the "Dear" because you're no longer dear to me. How could you be, after all you've done to me? I'm disgusted at the thought of you. I can't stand the sound of your voice. I can't stand the sight of your face. The pain that your rough, dirty hands brought to my face still lingers, like a ghost. The bruises, the welts, the cuts, that your worn, fake-diamond studded belt brought to my arms, my legs, my body, are still there, the cuts now scars that will never heal, the bruises mottling my body like...

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