Alo .

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jun, 2020

Stories (8)

8 Stories

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“Young Bimori” by Alo .

The lantern flickers. Bimori pauses. Shadows dance on the surface of the paper, weaving in between Bimori’s script and casting wisps of greys and blacks on the parchment. Pen unmoving, Bimori waits for the light to still and then continues to write. “...Essay 1, Winter Semester--” The light jerks away, flickering violently. Bimori...

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“Imposters” by Alo .

“How about you start by telling me what happened the other night?” Her pen hovered over the clipboard on her knee. I sat in a large armchair across from her that always sunk too low to lean back comfortably. “I was in the airplane,” I began. Her pen scribbled. “Everything was fine at first. Then they closed the doors. I heard the airlock hiss and then the vents--” I paused. The scratching of pen on paper...

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“Who'd Ever Come To Woodsmere?” by Alo .

If you had asked me this morning what the town of Woodsmere was to me, I’d have said it was a convenient pit stop on the way to my parent’s place upstate where I filled up on gas and road trip snacks. I’d never spent more than 15 minutes in the place, partly because my asthma couldn’t take the dry heat of the valley, but mostly because the only thing worse than this barren wasteland of a town, was the people in it. ...

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“No One Exists Without Polarities” by Alo .

Jay was her best friend. Had been her best friend for years, in fact. They did everything together. Played video games, did homework, spent lunchtimes at school together. Ro knew everything there was to know about Jay. That is, up until about 9 months ago. “I gotta go,” Jay blurted. “It’s only 6,” Ro said with a glance at her phone....

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“Traviesos” by Alo .

“A little to the left!” “Ih thi goo?” “What?!” “Ih thi goo!” “I can’t understand a word you’re saying!” Sam stood in the grass, head tilted up, mouth wide open, his face covered in sticky, red blotches. Approximately twenty feet above him, was Tony. One arm wrapped around a thick branch of a tree, and the other outstretched, ...

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“Imprints” by Alo .

“Shit,” she gasps. The coins clatter off the countertop and onto the floor as the stitching in her coin purse bursts open. “Sorry, let me just…” she mutters, dropping to her knees. She picks as many coins as she can into her hands, trying to ignore the line of customers forming behind her. “One seventy-five, right?” her eyes lock onto her palms...

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“Kintsukuroi” by Alo .

He clenched his grip tighter around the umbrella as a frozen gust of wind and rain threatened to wrench it from his grasp. It was cold, colder than most November evenings. And the bus was late. Again. The man stood at the bus stop, accompanied only by grey puddles and a light rain that peppered his umbrella. Even the streets were empty, save for the occasional car on its way to complete a last-minute errand.

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“Golden Lights” by Alo .

You check the time. Perfect. As intended, you’ve arrived fashionably late. Tie straight, hair smooth, breath clean, shoes shined, cuffs cuffed. Again. Tie straight, hair smooth, breath clean, shoes shined, cuffs cuffed. Always good to go over the routine before entering. Though why bother, you wonder? You could walk in there wearing a potato sack and they would swoon all the same. In fact, they’d probably be relieved yo...

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I'm not really a writer.