Abigail Airuedomwinya

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Oct, 2019

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“The Crazy Life” by Abigail Airuedomwinya

Submitted on 08/05/2020

The sun was choking him. Normally, summers meant fun and counter attacks with friends who hated him behind his back. But this summer was different. No, he didn't lose any loved one. No, he didn't lose his job as a smart scammer. No, aunt Paty hadn't called yet to complain about the cats and how they still forget they were domestic animals. It was different for simple reasons, none that he could pinpoint for sure. 

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“Lipstick” by Abigail Airuedomwinya

Submitted on 08/01/2020

I have a shoulder to cry on in cold summers so that's fine when the dust settles clumsily on the kitchen sink. Fire in the grate means the flowers will die by September but that's fine now that college will meet me sparkling clean and ready to disassemble the intricate patterns of the past. The old curtains are flapping wildly, purged free from all the memories of a rushed kiss and a fragile hug. There's a stain on them, a line that's not so white anymore and brown enough to earn a second glance. It's from when I first learned the use of ...

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“Sisters” by Abigail Airuedomwinya

Submitted on 07/29/2020

I push the sun away and twist her dreams until it starts to burn. In her eyes, sweet hope starts to dissolve. It momentarily blinds her and she trips on the sidewalk. A man turns away, pretending to be deaf and unseeing. She laughs and screams words at me but I can barely hear her. It's odd how I can picture the blue and white in her eyes and not hear the sound of her voice. It's odd how the world shakes and I am still standing.This is just a metaphor for something different, bigger.This is the first time I am see...

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“Neptune ” by Abigail Airuedomwinya

Submitted on 07/25/2020

The last person who walked the moon had several things to say and for days and probably weeks, he had the spotlight of a million wrecked faces. He said it was blue, like the ocean. He was seated in a low stool while the people gathered around him to listen and to believe. Over a bottle of wine two weeks later, he said he really couldn't be sure or bothered by the color of space. Perhaps he'd been drunk then but blue hadn...

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“Jumping Moon” by Abigail Airuedomwinya

Submitted on 07/23/2020

There used to be a house right where we've parked our car; a house so beautiful Carl and I had envisioned a life in. It had the usual characteristics of a modern house with a white picket fence and brown door, the kind most housewives dream of. Carl wanted to be a good man and for the most part of our teenage years, kept it up. Every day when we passed by the house, it would stand where it was, welcoming and polite. A man would sit by the steps, allowing us the freewill to criticize the frown in his face. Carl said the man was happy. Carl...

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“Emotions ” by Abigail Airuedomwinya

Submitted on 07/19/2020

You can count the stars. You've seen it over a million times since October not to know how many white circles the painter carved over your head. You remember how upset you'd been when he showed you the room and you couldn't differentiate the stars from how messed up you were. You didn't pay the full amount and even though he threatened you with legal action, you didn't care. The room had air. The windows ...

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“Many Dead Things Fly” by Abigail Airuedomwinya

Submitted on 07/18/2020

Around midnight she rose from the bed, her white gown falling to her feet. Naked and with dirty feet she made her way down the stairs and into the kitchen. A man stood by the window. She touched her face as she stared at him, unable to move, unable to speak. With the help of the light from the other house, she could see the faint outline of a wicked smile etched upon his lips. He had a rough beard and eyes so familiar th...

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“House On Sand” by Abigail Airuedomwinya

Submitted on 07/15/2020

They touched hands at the coffee machine, just a light stroke and a careless stare. He apologized, frantically, like he was apologizing for every time they touched hands. He raised his hands upwards, too far from her, and reprimanded it. It wasn't a part of him, he made that clear. She giggled and touched him and told him it was okay. He smiled at her and she laughed so that the anorexic boss leaned forward over her desk to pass them a tired, little gaze.He lifted his cup upwards and she did the same and together they ch...

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“Pictures Of Pretense” by Abigail Airuedomwinya

Submitted on 07/13/2020

It's the same house we've always known, the same house we got married in and bore our second and fifth child. We parted away blue and pink sheets and loved ourselves less in this same house. It is here we sit, afraid, broken, teary-eyed. A birthday card that was torn when Juliet forgot it on the swing in August watches us as we eat pancakes and warm chocolate. She isn't ever here and it bothers us less and less with each...

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“Stupid Thoughts” by Abigail Airuedomwinya

Submitted on 07/10/2020

Let's pretend today is like yesterday: two mugs of coffee in hand and a smile so raw it stings. Let's climb a mountain in our minds and press our thumbs into the skin of our cheeks and laugh until our bellies burst out colors. Because we are going to have rules soon and misplaced trust and cowering backs. And then there would be lighted matches and a whisper that can't hold our hearts. Let's pret...

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“Birthdays” by Abigail Airuedomwinya

Submitted on 07/05/2020

7. The moon is awfully quiet when he asks you why you died. He is seating on one of those chairs that can't hold his weight while his hands rest diligently on the door frame. And he is looking at you because he is waiting for an answer, like the one he knows you can't give. You feign ignorance as you wrap your burning hands around the teddy bear on your lap, like the one he gave you when you were ten which you lost when you played with Hannah at Sio. Where is she now?You look over at his fragility ...

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“This is the Place” by Abigail Airuedomwinya

Submitted on 06/29/2020

Six, Diary of the Monsters. Behind the clouds, tomorrow waited patiently, obsessed with the need to descend upon the rest of us who were still alive to care. Our leader who we called sir Gilbert for reference purposes laid out the rules wherein we were able to exist for months without food. We were always fortunate - all six of us monsters- to find a stream with clean water and fine grasses.

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“The Rules of Being Happy” by Abigail Airuedomwinya

Submitted on 06/24/2020

If you walked in and sat on one of those odd-looking chairs, you'd be forced to wait. But that's not the part you hate most. A waitress will have passed by your table three times to ask you what you'd like to have. And you will have asked only for a bottle of wine, one of the cheapest she can find. That's what you hate most, they find out you are not much to look out for. You cannot tell the waitress that...

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“Foreign” by Abigail Airuedomwinya

Submitted on 06/22/2020

He went to Rome. He came back with a young smile and a calculated pain. He walked with you around town, played with your hair as you ate the day-old pizza, and tickled you to sleep. He played the guitar so well he joked he would become so well known in a year's time. And in a year's time, he was still the Ambrose with the freckles on his chin, the boy who first stole your heart and broke it in an ocean so...

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“Words” by Abigail Airuedomwinya

Submitted on 06/20/2020

You hold your breath as he comes through the back door, leaving behind a trail of white smoke. He kisses your cheeks and you cringe at the smell of his shirt until he laughs, not finding it amusing. He sits on the wooden stool. That's his cue for how hungry he is. You pretend you don't understand, pretend you don't even know why he is here. He tells you to hurry up. You want to tell him to shut up and lea...

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Author bio

I hate all the times I pretend to exist. (don't mind me, I'm just listening to a sad song) I read a lot, obsessively, and it's exciting to do just that. Instagram @ Abigail air