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Trafalgar Miyano

Author on Reedsy Prompts since May, 2024

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Sayonara

Sometimes I think about walking away and never coming back. I'm an adult now. All those years of studying, going to school and mainly goofing off, but still getting through. Sometimes I wish my job paid more. I could buy some more things for myself. Maybe more Lego sets to keep me busy. A variety of paints for me to mix and match to find the best way to include them all.New notebooks with pretty covers and little envelopes on the beck cover to keep the stickers they come with. More anime figures to keep me company. Anything. Maybe then I cou...

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Watching Strangers

While waiting to board a plan, my favorite thing to do is watch other people.Everyone does something different while waiting at the airport.Some sleep, some read, some listen to music, others catch up on shows, or go to places in the airport.Some even just wander around.The most interesting people aren't those who go to restaurants or stores in the airport; it's those who are sitting down near the boarding gate, reading, drawing, playing video games, or just talking to other people.Some people like to have a whole dramatic conversation at th...

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Music On The Train

We were on the train, I was looking outside the window, watching the blurry of greenery pass us by.I sat next to him, and he was leaning on my shoulder, asleep.I looked around at the other people on the train, and saw normal people. No one stood out more than the others.I looked over at him, and noticed he still had his earphones in.I followed the cord to his phone, and checked what song it was.It was "y r u afraid of me" from luvwillow and skypebf.A really good song that I loved.I smiled. It was his usual playlist.A little over thirty songs...

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The Red Line

There are so many books I want to read, so many songs I want to listen to, both for the first and seventh times. I love to read, collect books, and write them. I love my favorite music artists, and their songs. I listen to them on repeat whenever I can. I try to keep track of everything, make it all make sense, but I never can. My playlists are chaotic, I listen to a variety of genres and artists, so different that people don't believe I like them too. From Big Time Rush to 6arelyhuman, and Arctic Monkeys to Alec Benjamin. From Dog Man, to S...

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Even If It's Fake

  I don't know where I was. Maybe I was at school. Maybe I was at my friend's house. I don't know where I was, only where I am.   In front of me is a river. I think. A park? Green grass everywhere, a couple walking on a path, and trees around the path. Little flowers, maybe daisies, sprouting near the edges of the river.Next to me stands Delila. A girl, with pale brown hair, and leaf green eyes.  Her hair blows in the wind, and her clothes are loose around her.  The sleeves of her t-shirt are halfway down to he...

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Pretty Visits

Last TimeMore than week, but still too little.Then, it would all be gone.For a lifetime, I spent building my home, making friendships, loving her, and for what?To leave? To leave and never come back?I would be back, one day.One day.Not tomorrow.Not next week.Not in a month.Not even a year.Years.Plural.Years, plural, without her.Without everything.How could I ever?Why should I ever?Or maybe, I should just stop thinking about this.She's staying, I'm leaving.Sometimes, stuff like this just happens.Maybe I should be happy.I can't, though.I can't...

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Back To Then

TW: Murder, death, crime, you get the idea Almiro was laying in a hospital bed. He had just been given the news that only had a few hours to live. He was bothered by this, anyone would be, but all he could think about was all the mistakes he had ever made. How he couldn't make them right. The nurse who told them news stayed a bit, waiting to hear his response.When the nurse left the room, Almiro started to think about each of his mistakes, as clearly as he could. It turns out, after a couple fifty years, it was harder to remember middle scho...

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Forget Her

First Thought, First Day: Girls. Ever liked one? It's complicated. You never really know if you do. One day, you think you know who you are, but then the next day, it's like someone mixed you with a rainbow. You know the little chocolate powder mix you add to milk to make chocolate milk? Like that. The differences are that the chocolate is rainbow glitter and your consciousness is the milk. Who knows who stirred it together, but someone did anyway. Who is she? Do I like her? Or do I hate her? What if I'm just faking it? Or what if it's real?...

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Goodbye World, Here I Am

TW: Mental health and death (accidental and non) Sitting under a wilting tree, the sun slowly setting, a boy walked up the hill towards me, and sat down next to me. I was confused as to why he would be here. He was popular, I am not. He had good grades, I do not. He was a people person, I am not. He wasn't afraid to let others know his sexuality. I was."Why are you here?" I asked him. "Why can't I be?" he answered, staring up at the crumbling leaves. "Well there's no reason why you can't, I was just asking why you did come here because no ...

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Goodbye, Goodbye

Trigger Warning: Strong Language, Mental Health, Suicide Day One:No one ever did anything.No one said a word.Some people just don't care, I guess. Day Two:"Go, run for it.""Bitch, break is about to end.""Nothing for you then." Day Three:"You guys are never going to hit the ball if everyone is in the middle.""Boo-hoo.""Bitch, I said that to give your team a chance to win." Day Four:They knew so much.They knew I was pansexual.They knew I was genderfluid.They knew. Day Five:"Why is she crying?" Day Six:"Are they okay?" Day Seven:"What happened ...

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