Alexandra Rodriguez

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Mar, 2022

Stories (12)

12 Stories

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“Playing The Game” by Alexandra Rodriguez

Choice: Press Play or Press Exit.You Press Play.Note: Warning, Choices made are Choices kept. Future Choices do not override past ones. No matter how hard you try to forget, your memories may never fade. It is The Game that controls your destiny from here on out. Choose wisely. You're laying in a bed of wildflowers, the dewey morning grass soaking you through. The sky above you is a pale orange, quickly fading to blue. No clouds in sight, the sun is blinding at first but slowly de...

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“Living Dead” by Alexandra Rodriguez

“I died a long time ago. It means nothing that I breathe, that I wake up every morn awaiting a day of housework, chores, and entertaining company. My life is endless toil, and I’d hardly call that living. It was easier when I was young. When I was bright and full of hope for my future that would surely never end in eternal grief. Before my spark went out, when I still had light behind my bright blue eyes and volume in my auburn hair. People could have easily confused me for someone happy, but not anymore. Now my skin is pale, my red locks...

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“Remind Me” by Alexandra Rodriguez

“Hey, remind me, are we still in love?” Caroline asked, taking the empty seat next to Sawyer at the Redwind’s bar. Sawyer guffawed at this, taking a long swig from his glass of fire whiskey. He set it down hard on the oak-wood bar as he swiveled in his chair to face Caroline. “Were we ever? That is, in love? As far as I recall it, we hooked up a few times during spring break of ‘85. And if my memory isn’t fogged, you were the one who told me to leave. So, I don’t know Caroline, are we still in love? Or are you stuck...

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“BloodLust: Judas’ Kiss” by Alexandra Rodriguez

[TW: Death, violence, murder.]I was going to kill my best friend. In the name of vengeance, of course. She had killed my parents, and from the moment Madame Leroux broke the news, I had vowed to take my revenge. Scarlet Leroux is the head of the Wasps mafia, the mafia I belong to, and has been like a mother to me since my own was murdered years ago. She called me into her office on the Summer Solstice, a holiday widely celebrated in our city that usually calls for a night off. She didn’t give a sol...

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“Sincerely, the Inner Voice” by Alexandra Rodriguez

[Major TW: Disorder eating, starving, and body dysmorphia. Exercise extreme caution if you have ever experienced an eating disorder. The last thing I would ever want to do is cause someone to relapse. Read at your own risk. Remember, you are all worthy of love, no matter how you look on the outside. We are not defined by the standards of a corrupt society. <3]“So, what’s the catch?” I stood, staring at myself in the mirror, hating my own reflection with every fiber of my being. A fat, depressed, ugly girl stared back ...

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“"Fungah! Foiled again!"” by Alexandra Rodriguez

I can’t go one day without my fiance being kidnapped. Not one. I know I sound like the selfish one here. After all, she’s the one being kidnapped, not me. I have nothing to complain about, right? Well, when she does get taken, she gets to live in a nice home with plenty of servants to deliver her exactly what she needs. She has more than enough company, and a nice view. Sure, living with me is a thousand times better, and she absolutely resents the guy who serially abducts her, but she is living comfortably...

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“Letting the Cat Out of the Bag” by Alexandra Rodriguez

I’ve always hated cats.Okay okay, calm down. I think the fire bursting from your ears is going to give me smokers’ lungs. Let me rephrase, I hate Marigold’s cat.I swear to God I’m not an evil person. I’m almost deathly allergic to all breeds of cats (stupid saliva pheromones) and more often than not their presence torments me. Being in a house with a single cat makes my eyes water, then my nose starts to run, and the coughing begins soon after. I can’t even think about touching one without breaking out ...

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“Love Asphyxiation” by Alexandra Rodriguez

Time slows when the grief hits. Grief, an unmistakable, poisoned blood that leaks from your heart and seeps into your bones. The kind of wound invisible to the naked eye; one that is ignored until you’re left to endure your own rotten soul in a pit of loneliness you dug for yourself. I don’t know how I got here. Time, a cruel master, who lives only to extend our suffering and minimize our enjoyment. We are given numbered days and told to treasure them. When our bad days outnumber our good ones, we are told to count ...

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“Bloodlust” by Alexandra Rodriguez

I was going to kill a man tonight. That’s why I went to the party. It was an extravagant, black-tie affair thrown on a warm late summer evening at the end of July. Hosted by none other than Walter Adler, the richest man in town. Midnight was approaching, and with it, my deadline. I dressed the part, wearing a maroon dress with a corset torso and a slit up the thigh. My makeup was reminiscent of the famou...

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“I'll Be Your Juliet” by Alexandra Rodriguez

(FYI: This is a prologue to “Not Some Juliet” available to read on my profile! :) Both are standalone as well.)The Olveras and the Bentlys hate each other. That’s just a fact. It has always been that way and it will always be that way.The day I met Ben Bently that all changed.My name is Julia Olvera, if you didn’t already know. This is a story, my story, the story of how the 99 Years feud in Amerigo ended.It all began on a warm fall afternoon. I was w...

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“Say Goodbye at Sunrise” by Alexandra Rodriguez

I have never seen the sun. When I say that, I mean it literally. Not as some dramatic statement about how depressed I am or a metaphor for how I’ve never had a good day in my life. I mean I have literally never seen the sun. You’d think it’s a miserable existence. Never feeling the warmth of a warm summer's day, never laying down on a beach to get gorgeously tan, never being blinded by pur...

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“Not Some Juliet” by Alexandra Rodriguez

[Warning, contains mention of death of a loved one.]I stood staring at the sea foam green doors. The sea of students maneuvered around me like the flow of a river breaks to a jagged rock in its current. There is no way I can do this.I took a deep breath, C'mon, I thought, You have to do it. For him. He would have wanted you to carry on.Yet as I willed my feet to move, I remained stuck in place. It was here, I remembered, that we had hung out for the first time. We wou...

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Author bio

An author with a lot to say and even more to learn! Expect a lot of philosophical, depressive, poetic, or modernistic work on here coming soon. I also enjoy writing satirical and burlesque stories that are humorous for being so backwards. I am trying to write more in general, so some work will differ from that. I'm trying to submit once a week, and hoping to improve along the way!