Retro Bolic

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jul, 2023

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“Empty Conversation” by Retro Bolic

Submitted to Contest #239

Empty Conversation I have gone much, much deeper into this void than I ever should have gone, and I have found myself in a form clearer and much uglier than I should have ever seen. It’s not a proper void anymore, for I have stepped into it, and I am nothing if not something non-void. And the strangest part about a void is that it is not dark, nor bright, it is just whatever is in the void, and that is me...

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“Draconus Lazarus” by Retro Bolic

Submitted to Contest #217

“I have scribbled down three reasons as to why I should not kill you, Dragon.” “I’d be most interested in hearing them, warrior.” I unfolded the parchment tucked between my plates of armor and cleared my throat to speak. “Firstly: To kill you requires an amount of confidence. A confidence in you, that I believe you will forever be evil and cause suffering in others. A confi...

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“Violation” by Retro Bolic

Submitted to Contest #210

“You have seven days.” Scratched onto a stone cube, seven of them dropped off on every continent (it took a while for people to find the one in Antarctica). “You have seven days.” Naturally, humans immediately took to fear. The messages were written in human language, but the material of the stone was alien. “It’s clearly a threat!” yelled ...

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“Stuck in a Smile” by Retro Bolic

Submitted to Contest #208

I’ve heard when a doll looks just like you, there’s a small chance the doll becomes you, and you become the doll. Only if the hair is the same, the color of the skin, the expression on the face. If everything matches, and you pose next to your doll just how they’re posed, in their colorful outfits, you might become plastic. That’s why I got my doll when I was a child. I wanted to become plastic. How wonde...

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“Gimme!” by Retro Bolic

Submitted to Contest #206

“Theseo, I want your nose. Mine is awful, deviated septum, and it doesn’t look good in any light except the dark. You’ve had yours long enough.” I shook my head. “Have you ever traded?” he asked. I never liked him—Goldeus—but he always came around to my apartment, and every time he looked different. This time he had golden hair that swirled down to his broad shoulders. “I only ask...

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Author bio

I write short stories and long, sprinkled with some poetry. I do just love strange ideas, I have to say. patreon.com/retrobolic