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Shay Juno

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Sep, 2024

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Honey, The Chicken's Cold

: Most of my stories are based on my life but this one isn't <3Chapter 1: Kaleb KrataThe world is bleary around me and I try to blink my eyes open but the searing pain is too much. A click click click fills my ears and I force my eyes open. An unfamiliar girl is walking around an unfamiliar kitchen and as I try to get up, I find bonds around my legs and arms. "What the..." I realize too late that I've blown my cover. The girl turns around and her heart shaped lips purse. "He awakens." Her soft voice rushes over me and all my muscles relax...

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Dear diary.....

:This was originally for the diary contest but never mind......dear diary:my name is lena marlowe and I broke up with my boyfriend in may. i like a gay guy 2 years older than me and I have no frnds. what am I doing?Lenadear diary:I low key failed my math test today its not my fault that HE's in my class, helping us with our math cause he has a free period to use for Servce block. The gay guy that I like is named Liam arrow and he's volunteering at our school. i get to spend every other day with him and he has barely noticed me!! gresttt. and...

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Him and I. Didn't Think It Could Ever Happen.....

:So, all of my stories are somewhat connected, if you wanna read them in order, read My Fabulous Face, Didn't Matter, Drip, Feeling of Home and this one. They're all very loosely based on my life.I scroll on Insta, waiting for the Uber. It delays again, setting it back just as it's about to arrive. I roll my eyes, cancel the Uber and instead, call my best friend Claire because she's heading there too. I'm going to Lavender High School. Not to like, learn or anything, I'm in middle school, I'm going there for Little Shop of Horrors. My brothe...

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Feeling of Home

I'm flying. I'm flying through the clouds as effortlessly as a golden bird and as I fly, a cloud fills my vision. On the clouds, there's a cute little cottage. As I knock on the door of the baby lilac cottage, the door opens and a guy answers the door. My jaw drops as I realize who it is."Lena." He says."Liam." I answer. My heart swells with joy as we..."Get up." A voice tickles my ear. I'm mad at my parents for waking me up when I was having a great dream!. Wait... My parents are usually never home. I rip open my lids to the piercing light ...

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Drip

Note: This was originally for the leaving home contest but it expired soooo, I'm just doing this. Tears drip down my face as I stuff things into my bag. You may be wondering why I'm stuffing my life into my Fjallraven backpack and a North Face duffel bag. I'm not going to my bestie's house for a sleepover, I'm not moving. I'm running away. Running away from my past. Not like my parents would notice. right now they're at a bar in Baltimore. We live in Vienna, Virginia. They said they would be back days ago. As if. They haven't been at home fo...

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Didn't matter

Based on true events: It didn't matter. She kept trying to tell herself that as the ugly linoleum tiles of Lilac Middle flooded her vision. Kids knocked into her as they rushed to their first classes of the day. One kid stopped so suddenly in front of his class that he almost knocked her over. That didn't matter either. Nothing mattered. "I think... we should break up." The voice came so clear in her ear that she cried out. A couple kids looked at her weird as she looked around, wondering where the voice came from. As she looked around for ...

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Your Fabulous Face

"My story is much too sad to be told. But practically everything leaves me totally cold. The only exception is the case. When I'm out on a quiet spree. Fighting vainly the old ennui. Then I turn and see, your fabulous face." These words rush through my head as I buy my ticket for the show, Anything Goes. I turn around as someone calls my name."Lena!!" Eliana Marlowe calls. I turn around and she's beckoning to me from the concessions stand. Eliana is my guardian, my parents died years ago when I was 4. Now I'm in 7th grade, in a bad middle sc...

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