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Monica Guerrero

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Mar, 2024

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Possiblity of a twin

Have you ever felt like you were missing a part of yourself? Like maybe u had a twin in the world out there? Dahlia had felt that way all her life. She would feel pain when she had not experienced any, feel like she needed to be there for someone and not know who. Dahlia was adopted when she was a baby and knew that, but didn’t know anything else about it.Dahlia - Main Character Eliza – Dahlia’s Friend Dahlia had always carried a strange feeling, a sense of incompleteness that lingered like a shadow. It was as if a part of her was missing, a...

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The Struggle

Charlie stared at the blank page on his laptop screen, the cursor blinking mockingly. Graduation was in two weeks, and he was supposed to deliver the farewell speech. He was valedictorian, after all. It should have been an honor, a moment to shine, but all he felt was dread. What could he possibly say that hadn't been said a million times before? He glanced around his room, a typical teenage sanctuary filled with posters, books, and the comfortable clutter of a life lived mostly indoors. His eyes fell on a framed photo on his desk – him, Lia...

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The Serpent's Hand

Weekly Contest #307

Toby was a curious boy. At twelve, his world was a canvas of endless possibilities, painted with the vibrant colors of imagination. He lived in the quiet town of Havenwood, where secrets seemed to slumber beneath the cobblestone streets and behind the aged facades of the houses. One sweltering summer afternoon, while exploring the attic of his grandfather's ancient house, Toby stumbled upon something that would forever change his perception of Havenwood. The attic was a treasure trove of forgotten memories. Dust motes danced in the sunbeams ...

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