A.Dot Ram

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jul, 2020

Stories (35)

35 Stories

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“Wunderbar!” by A.Dot Ram

Submitted to Contest #123

I - SacramentoThe lights blared in Vivian’s eyes, distorting her reflection in the foil mirror. As she dabbed the empty make-up brush over her cheeks, already blushed backstage, she wondered if the audience could see the pallor beneath her mask of make-up. Would Conrad see it? He always saw right through her.She exaggerated her smile until her cheeks brushed the false lashes on her lower lids. It didn’t matter. The show must go on. She listened for the heavy stomp of Conrad's leather boots on the stage's wooden floorboards and ignored the wa...

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“The Price of Love” by A.Dot Ram

Submitted to Contest #116

Los Angeles Preferred Parking District 13 was an impenetrable fortress overnight. During the day, it was permissible for visiting cars to linger along the curb for a couple of hours while their drivers browsed the quirky boutiques along Beverly Boulevard, or enjoyed a cup of coffee with a friend under the orange umbrellas of a sidewalk cafe. But after 6:00pm, those visitors had better clear out to make room for the residents of District 13 to pull directly to the curb in front of their hedge-lined Spanish houses, where they could unload thei...

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“The Man of My Dreams” by A.Dot Ram

I would not have said anything. I would have kept walking across the street on my shaking knees, the world spinning around me like ripples in choppy water. I would have gently convinced myself it was a coincidence, that’s all. Some weird deja vu moment, maybe even a ripple in space or time. This kind of thing probably happens often enough that it’s not really a big deal.I would have walked away without a word to him, just a curious, lingering stare that I’d try to hide behind my sunglasses, and only for as long as it took the crosswalk signa...

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“I Was Always Good at Taboo” by A.Dot Ram

🏆 Winner of Contest #106

CW: Strong languageI forgot the word lightbulb today. I was trying to tell Michael how the laundry room went dark. I think we need a new… do we have any of those...those things that make…It was like a dark spot in my brain. The word had been redacted from my vocabulary. I tried to listen for it, to hear the word in my voice. All I got was static, like the old televisions used to have. Would you change that thing in the ceiling?We used to play this game with the kids when they were young—Taboo—where every card had a forbidden word you ha...

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“Self Care” by A.Dot Ram

Submitted to Contest #104

CW: Alcoholism“He fell in love with Drunk Maisey. That was the problem. When he met me, I was up on stage singing karaoke--some sloppy rendition of Just a Girl, too angry and not peppy enough to capture the layer of irony.”I look at the woman on my sofa. Maisey Brown. She’s in her late twenties with a petite frame and nondescript light brown hair. She could almost fade into the soft taupe sofa upholstery, but there’s something about her that draws me in. Her features are delicate and angular, and her face is smooth, save for a single worry l...

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“God Bless the Child” by A.Dot Ram

⭐️ Shortlisted for Contest #102

It started simply enough: I just wanted my Puppy Surprise, and if the school talent show could be my ticket, then I’d sing my heart out.As far as ten-year-old me was concerned, Puppy Surprise was the must-have toy of 1992. You got the momma dog in a pink cardboard box with a handle cut out in the shape of a bone, her little plastic face with big, painted-on eyes staring out at you. In her belly was a Velcro pouch, and hidden inside were her puppies, which you’d help her deliver after you brought her home and took her out. There could be thre...

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“Turbulence” by A.Dot Ram

Submitted to Contest #99

It could have been romantic, flying west together into an eternal sunset. If only they were speaking to each other.Katrina gazed out the small portal window, silently absorbing the orange-drenched clouds from the confines of seat 37E, arms folded over her chest. If she let her eyes slip out of focus, her view could be a tranquil ocean, or a silent desert.“What?” Scott broke their silence from 37F, squaring his shoulder away from her and tilting his phone screen out of view.“What, what?” she asked back, doing nothing to soften the thorns in h...

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“Painted Over” by A.Dot Ram

Submitted to Contest #98

They’ve made some questionable design choices. Not that Mom didn’t in her day. I smile as I look through Mr. and Mrs. Merkle, peering years into my past: the wood paneling on the walls, the blue-checkered wallpaper, the pink fixtures to match the roses in the guest bathroom. That’s all gone now, almost twenty years later. The walls are painted a shade of beige that’s so inoffensive it offends me. The Merkles have whitewashed the mottled oak kitchen cabinets and the red bricks around the fireplace. Just as well. Both oak and exposed bric...

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“Moira's Day Off” by A.Dot Ram

🏆 Winner of Contest #95

“Sandwiches or Thai?” I ask aloud, out of habit. I can imagine Moira’s reply: You’re not on track with your calcium and folic acid targets today. Spinach is advised. Maybe a green curry?But today there’s no level, pleasant voice in my ear. Moira is, as they used to say, “in the shop” today for her annual updates and maintenance. I don’t know why they can’t just upload the stuff into them, but these maintenance days are a fact of life we all deal with. I guess even artificial intelligence is entitled to one vacation day a year.Most peopl...

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“Bigger Than The Light” by A.Dot Ram

⭐️ Shortlisted for Contest #92

The Isis Lounge has a real dressing room mirror—the kind outlined with a blaze of bare bulbs. That’s one of the things I like about it. To me, it just screams professionalism with 1500 watts. It shows respect for the performers. It doesn’t matter so much that here backstage we have fans heaving through summer nights, trying to breathe some fresh air into the old building, or that, in the fall, shimmering termite wings dust the vanity when I arrive. The place smells like vodka and old pan stick and even older sheet music—sixty years of nightt...

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“The Kissing Tree” by A.Dot Ram

⭐️ Shortlisted for Contest #90

Content warning: racist abuse, homophobia Dale + Eva, 1969 We heard them before we saw them—loud boots over the stones and their rowdy hee-hawing. We knew they were trouble based on that alone. Dale dropped his hand from my waist and took a small step backward. I hated how that was his instinct. I closed my eyes and willed the low-hanging branches to hide us, wished for them to pass by. They did not. I recognized Lucian Hardy as he poked his tow-head through the leaves into our sanctuary. Lucian and hi...

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“Even Princesses Need Haircuts” by A.Dot Ram

⭐️ Shortlisted for Contest #88

Once upon a time, a princess lived trapped in a tower, where her hair grew very, very long. Only, not the stylish kind of long—the flowing, wavy mermaid tresses—but quadruple-split ends that crackled like dead flower stems when you touched them, because that’s really what happens when someone lives trapped in a tower without a haircut. The longer the princess stayed in the tower, the longer her hair grew. The distance between her good hair days also grew. It was either too frizzy or too oily, so that the princess started to feel more like a ...

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“All the Colors of Visible Light” by A.Dot Ram

Submitted to Contest #86

Hazia remembered light. It was the brightest thing she’d ever seen. If she’d had words, she might have compared it to being a snow-feathered dove sitting in the middle of an almond orchard, perched amid an explosion of white blossoms, bits of hesitant white sky piercing through petals—white on white on white. But she experienced that light without a name, or any words at all. It was the most fully present Hazia had ever been in her life, lying on what she later found out was the recovery table, a thin blanket draped over her body, comin...

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“Butterflies” by A.Dot Ram

Submitted to Contest #84

My dining room table bears the scars of our pandemic year. There are the blond chips in its espresso finish, piebald streaks in the grain like gray hairs creeping into a middle-aged head. The surface is mottled with sparkly violet nail polish, flecks of green tempera paint that would probably wash off with that good scrubbing I never find time to give it, an ever-present smattering of glitter, and cloudy cataracts of heat stains from coffee cups that betrayed me. My dining room table has experienced more love this year, and more abuse—s...

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“Corrective Experience at the GigaMart” by A.Dot Ram

Submitted to Contest #81

“You’ll never believe who I saw last night…” Jen tried to sound casual, looking down at the fork in her hand instead of at Megan across the table. “Try me.” Megan’s green eyes sparkled as she took a sip from her mimosa. “Logan Hansen!” Jen announced in a voice that disgusted her—one that carried a false note of astonishment, she thought. She’d been working on taming her incredulousness for the last fourteen hours, but talking to Megan, she could feel that note creeping back in to the story. “I went to see my niece’s play, and he wa...

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Author bio

My name is Anne. I'm a part-time writer and editor, plus a full-time mom. I've loved words all of my life and have worked with them in many capacities: as a journalist and newspaper editor, an author and freelance writer, a business communications writer, a musical theater performer, and now as a short story writer and book editor. I love telling stories that are approachable, authentic, and a little unexpected. You can learn more about me and how to get in touch at www.editsbyanne.com Shortlisted Stories: #102: God Bless the Child #92: Bigger Than the Light #90: The Kissing Tree #88: Even Princesses Need Haircuts #63: The Wind Whispered Back #54: The Little World You can listen to an audio recordings of several of my stories: "No Hard Feelings" co-narrated and produced by Magnetar_YT: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0AjkPbLoVqE&t=5s "Moira's Day Off" narrated and produced by Katie Kanning on Unpublished Not Unknown https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8GbimlEWbxM&list=PLI_SckcU5eORB9URpPCnauRKb1ip87UYp&index=3 "Talk-To-Me Xeno" narrated by Anne Ramallo https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Eqjj6ZWZHkI&list=PLI_SckcU5eORB9URpPCnauRKb1ip87UYp Some Inspiration: "Tell the truth through whichever veil comes to hand – but tell it." - Zadie Smith "What are the words you do not yet have? What do you need to say? What are the tyrannies you swallow day by day and attempt to make your own, until you will sicken and die of them, still in silence?" -Audre Lorde “We tell ourselves stories in order to live...We look for the sermon in the suicide... We live entirely, especially if we are writers, by the imposition of a narrative line upon disparate images, by the ‘ideas’ with which we have learned to freeze the shifting phantasmagoria which is our actual experience.” - Joan Didion "A book must be the axe for the frozen sea inside us." -Franz Kafka

Winning 4 stories 🏆

Contest #106

I Was Always Good at Taboo – read story

Contest #95

Moira's Day Off – read story

Contest #71

The Craving – read story

Contest #62

No Hard Feelings – read story

Shortlisted 6 stories ⭐️

Contest #102

God Bless the Child – read story

Contest #92

Bigger Than The Light – read story

Contest #90

The Kissing Tree – read story

Contest #88

Even Princesses Need Haircuts – read story

Contest #63

The Wind Whispered Back – read story