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A. Torrecilha

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Dec, 2023

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Inevitable

Submitted to Contest #280

Content warning: Strong language and references to physical intimacy and emotional distress.- Everything will start in February- I’m going to pick you up in my car- You’ll get the address wrong- But we’ll find each other and laugh trying to make the anxiety go away- You’ll look really nice- I will get us to the bar you choose- You’re going to pick up the first round of beers- And the second one as well- The nerves slowly disappear- I’ll wonder why it feels so natural to talk to you- I’ll tell you all about the hospital- You’ll be ashamed of ...

9 likes

Patchwork

Shortlisted for Contest #253 ⭐️

In my mind, I have lived one hundred different lives. I don’t quite know why that is occurring to me now, but as I reach for my lighter I can hear and see those words very clearly. I have lived one hundred different lives. My lighter is bright yellow, I probably stole it from someone at some point, I would never willingly buy something this color. The cigarette is hanging from my lips, my throat already burns more than it should, but I want to enjoy this view for a while longer before I start my car and this gives me an excuse to stay a litt...

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Renegade

Submitted to Contest #241

People always like to ask me what was the worst part of living in a dictatorship. After a while, I understood the morbid fascination that particular question entails, they want to hear about death, policeman screaming at your face, violent riots, strident politicians indoctrinating the people on national television. People expect the loud and abrasive nature of it, but they become very appalled when I tell them how quiet it actually was. Don’t misconstrue my words, there definitely was violence and screams. But in essence, everyone’s life wa...

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Mr. Alvarez

Submitted to Contest #238

My dear children, If you are reading this, I am dead. Hopefully you will read that part with an ominous voice, like a Morgan Freeman type of narration, I always wanted to sound like that. In fact, that is my post-mortem wish, to forever sound like Morgan Freeman in your memories. Anyhow, I think we have gotten a little bit out of topic. I am sure you are overtaken by emotion at this moment. If not, I will haunt your inheritance and now that I am dead that’s a lot easier to do. But, you see, emotions are a tricky business. I know I have not ...

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The Orchid

Submitted to Contest #230

Hi dad, I want to start by apologizing for not writing any sooner. But believe me, you will soon understand why. How are things lately? I recently drove by a flower shop and saw some beautiful poppies, they were such a vibrant shade of red. Then I remembered they are grandma’s favorites, how is she doing? Send her a hug for me. Grandma always has that unique scent, you know the one, that sweet aroma of pears mixed with the freshness of recently baked cookies. I could have sworn I felt it while I was walking down the park the other day, I e...

22 likes

The light switch

Submitted to Contest #230

“Do you also want to turn off the lights?” He inquired with a smirk on his face. I felt him eyeing me down, even thought we were the same height, the entire time he was in my house I could swear it was the only way he looked at me. He grabbed around my waste tightly, I could see every hint of emerald in his eyes even if I was unable to look directly at them for very long. I stared at the empty bottle of beer I left in my desk, it was the first time I had had alcohol in weeks. Before I was in my room with this complete stranger, I had been i...

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