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I wrote a short story using a Reedsy prompt. I believe it was something along the lines of: Write a story about a character receiving an item that grants wishes. And the prompt may have included rules about a minimum of wishes, or word count. Often these prompts will also include requirements for a minimum amount of conflict, or a twist of some kind. This was my story for that. I will also include a link to my personal pinterest mood board for the brainstorming process of this story. That way you can see the whole thing that led to my final piece. I think a story itself is always just one piece of a universe being built, here is that universe.

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In this note we dive into the wonder and world of the Stygianus Tribe. The galactic travelers of Mythrendar™️

Vin Takanashi Chapter 1 In this chapter you will be introduced to Vin, his family, and you will be able to peer into his life.

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Story of a lost Chihuahua deep in the wood .How lost dogs act when they are lost Tips on how to safelly get them back home

Imagine your veins were replaced with wires, your eyes would become lenses, your skin metal, and your heart and brain replaced by code. How would you view humanity then? What would other men become to you? I wonder...

A woman grieves over a lost companion who left them. The friend did not notice what hit them until the very end.

For ten years, the calendar had a shadow. Once a month, like a dark lunar cycle, I would fall asleep and wakeup in the same house. The architecture was never quite clear, a blur of beige hallways and heavy oak doors but the atmosphere was razor sharp. It was the scent of cold floor wax and the crushing weight of pure, primal terror.

Donald J. Trump announced on a cold January night, not from a ballroom, but from a factory floor in Ohio. The cameras caught steel dust in the air and a row of tired faces behind him. He did not talk about himself. He talked about price tags. Gas. Groceries. Rent. He talked about borders and ballots in the same breath. He talked about the quiet people who had learned to stop arguing online and start voting early.

Emma had read about girls falling into other worlds before. She liked the genre even. Where the female lead would find herself either beloved or hated-she liked the villainess ones especially- and they would triumph over someone trying to take them out. Maybe fall in love while they're at it and gain the respect of all those around them. That's not what happens to her...

Episode One: The Birth of the Damned Cormac Blackfeather inherits the Carnival from his mother, the infamous Mother Carnage, whose final ritual promised eternal life and fortune for the midway. Before the horrified guests, lightning strikes her form—she vanishes into smoke, leaving only silence. The performers scatter, abandoning the cursed circus. Desperate to rebuild, Blackfeather wanders into desolation, chasing whispers of new talent. There he finds the Twins of Carnage—Grin and Grimace, clowns whose laughter masks something darker. Their casting ceremony binds them to the midway, sealing their fate. Together, they set out toward the next town, the Carnival’s hunger pulling them onward.

Five Years After I've Passed (This is a fictional story I created about what might happen if I were to pass away.) I've written two POVs; this one is the longer version.

A puppet sat on a shelf, it gaped at Holland. The puppet could not stop watching Holland and his every move.

A missing fifteen-year-old girl finds herself in a parallel universe similar to her family's home, and something feels off about it. Everything doesn't seem to be normal, for she comes to realization that she is not in her home. Enduring terrors and exploring the depths of her dread, she comes to accept a grueling truth. Will she escape from her pain to find her way back home, or will she remain in her new home in the dark.

The part 2 Writing the same story still like to write then i will get bored ok so pack with me just a fairy tale like story

Illusion feels warm, Illusion feels warm — until the light fades. Truth waits quietly, just beyond the glow.

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