Adele Roman

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Oct, 2019

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“Elegy” by Adele Roman

Submitted to Contest #69

I walk through the glass doors –open in the south-east Asian heat– and the house smells the same. I haven’t smelled that smell in nearly fifteen years. Not since that afternoon my bedroom was empty –white tiles exposed to the world– and the living room was filled with cardboard boxes. Not since those days we sat at the dining table eating cookies and telling each other stories –the same recipe I use to this day. It’s all the same but the voices are different. All grown up. New ones too. But not yours. ...

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“For a dream” by Adele Roman

Submitted to Contest #66

I wanted to read again. I’d forgotten what it was like to pick up a book and after a couple dull pages of introduction be swept up and sucked into a world that was not your own. A world of adventure. Escape. And when the book was over. Oh, when your eyes flittered down that last page. Drunk with impatience. When you read that last sentence. That last word. That final period and the book just about slipped from your hands. That feelingagain. That distinct feeling. I could not describe it to save my life. Fills you with wonder. Takes...

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“From another perspective” by Adele Roman

Submitted to Contest #39

In here up is down, left is right and nothing really matters. Earth is a tiny, glistening marble, so fragile… everything seems so small and insignificant. The tree in my parents’ backyard I used to climb, I know every branch and every leaf of that tree like I’d built them myself, but I can’t see it from here, as if it had never existed. I run my finger over the picture of my only child and smile. You are why I am here, I want to make you proud. You deserve it all. If I could pluck the Earth out of the sky and put it in a jar, I would do it, ...

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“Dear Ms. Fox” by Adele Roman

Submitted to Contest #32

Dear Ms. Fox, a sea of strangers flows before me, going back and forth, in and out of the trains that come and go, like waves at the beach. Sat on the cold steel bench at the end of the platform, I’m tempted to get on. No, too many people. A wave of bodies each with their own little black suitcase trailing behind them. They push through and shove aside whoever dares get in their way, locked in an endless battle for more space. Their faces are stoic, might as well be dead. They have somewhere to go and they go there, a job to do and they do i...

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