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Aidrielle R.

Author on Reedsy Prompts since May, 2020

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Homing Instinct

Aidrielle R.

Submitted to Contest #73

“So he really left you a bird, huh?” Grace says as she enters Katrina’s living room, holding a large plastic bag.Katrina picks up the birdhouse and hands it to Grace. “Yeah. Justin’s been visiting me almost everyday since break started, but now he’s in Korea to visit relatives. I guess this bird is his replacement.”Justin had been visiting her since the start of their Christmas break after Katrina had failed to respond to any of his messages. When he came to visit, what he found was a dark house that didn’t look like it had any residents. Th...

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Yukgaejang

Aidrielle R.

Shortlisted for Contest #54 ⭐️

The regular patrons were present: mostly old Cheongsando locals, their skin darkened by hard labor under the heat of the sun. Hyerin recognized almost all of them as she sang in the makeshift stage at Mama Choonhee’s restaurant. Soft music piped in from the old speakers, so different from the upbeat tunes Hyerin was forced to sing when she was younger. Her mother had always said that her voice was much more suited to ballads.The patrons were swaying and clapping along while having their lunch--mostly variations of yukgaejang, the spicy ...

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What We Call Love

Aidrielle R.

Submitted to Contest #53

“It’s dripping, Johnny,” Sabrina says, referring to the popsicle I held in my hand. Three bright red dots appear on our white picnic blanket. I hasten to position myself so that the popsicle was dripping on the grass around us instead. She tilts her head, one hand absentmindedly rocking a toy truck back and forth, to our daughter Delilah’s awe. “On second thought, it looks kind of good actually. Maybe we can tie-dye it when we get home.”I look at her then. The popsicle left my fingers sticky. Sabrina was still squinting at my accidental...

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Portrait of Time, Personified

Aidrielle R.

Shortlisted for Contest #50 ⭐️

Brian was already inside, mocking me from the doorway. He had to duck to even fit. Below him, I was trying to inch my way to the top. Every step I took seemed to send the rope ladder swinging.“Come on, old man!” he shouted from up above. I could practically hear the grin in his voice.“If I remember correctly, you’re older than me,” I panted in between steps. “By three months.”His laughter was swept away by the summer breeze. “Shame your memory’s not as good as your legs.” I eventually made it to the top. Brian scooted further inside to ...

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Flowers, Flames, and Fight Club

Aidrielle R.

Submitted to Contest #48

Nowadays, Shirley can’t watch Fight Club without her mind wandering back to that day.They were outside a convenience store way out of town. Penny’s ancient Corolla was parked in front of them, its tank freshly full. It was mid-autumn, and Shirley sat in between her two roommates, her two best friends.She shivered--because of the chill November air, or maybe because of what they’re about to do. With a snap of her fingers, Rita produced a tennis ball-sized flame that floated right above her palm. Not for the first time, Shirley wished she had ...

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One Helluva Trip

Aidrielle R.

Submitted to Contest #40

Not for the first time, Katrina wakes up in the middle of the woods.Okay, scratch that, this is the first time she’s actually woken up in the woods. The last time, she was still about fifteen minutes away from the nearest forest to their neighborhood.Still.Her head hurts like hell, and she has no memory of anything that led up to her being here in the first place. Not like this is so surprising. Katrina and her best friend, Justin, often experience such blackout episodes, typically after a night of hardcore drinking or, even more typically, ...

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