By Anneli Gurtis
The short stories of Anneli Gurtis are published weekly at The West Campus Times.
Gurtis is a Sophomore at West Campus High School and works on short stories as an outlet for her thoughts. She is a hopeful novelist and is working on a novel to be published in the future.
“I grew up reading, and eventually starting writing towards the beginning of middle school. There’s no one thing that really got me into it, it just happened and stuck around because it felt right. I’m working towards an English degree in college, and a job in the publishing industry whether that means helping others publish their writing or publishing my own.”
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Stories of imagination tend to upset those without one.
Terry Pratchett
The Collection
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I have just made a smoothie. My home is burning. I share it with my dad. My home is burning. A text pings into the din, glaring, and my home is burning. I can smell it when I go outside, ashy and destructive in my nostrils. I brought the cat inside, not without struggle. My…
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We all fall into the sea eventually. Every single of us, dropping into the waves like rocks that skip across ponds It’s inevitable, yes, but the ocean has a taste for youth. Plump skin and glittering eyes satiate it for longer, as pretty things often do. When the prince took his turn, it is said…
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The shop on the corner has no owner.
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What a beautiful day it was when that child first cried. Just the smallest scatter of pale clouds in the sky, just warm enough weather that the option of a sweater was up to the wearer, not the temperature, just the smallest flock of crows chirping outside the window. There would be no memory of…
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Not one of them saw the snow anymore. Rules were not strict in those days, but these always were: stay inside from the winter solstice to the spring equinox, dates of which would be nailed on your door in the dead of night by the appointed council member of organizing for the enclosing. Everything revolved…
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All good stories start with a house on a hill so perhaps this might not be a good story. Our house sits deep in a ditch, surrounded on all sides by mountains so drenched in fog that some people sit and ask themselves if they can still be mountains with so much of the sky…
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