Amanda Meireles

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Sep, 2020

Stories (5)

5 Stories

325 karma pts

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“Images” by Amanda Meireles

Submitted to Contest #62

“Snowy. It’s snowy. The ground is covered with snow. A cabin. A cabin in the middle of that distant place is decorated. There are Christmas lights-- Blue, green, red, yellow.A Christmas song can be heard from far away. A tree with red decorations inside the house.Steps. Hard steps due to the snow. Someone walks towards the little cozy cabin.Now, I see a car. A blue car covered with snow. It’s parked next to a garbage can.The door is opening. Someone is going outside.A woman. Middle-aged woman. Black hair, purple shirt, a leather ja...

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“Leaves of Memory” by Amanda Meireles

Submitted to Contest #61

Once again, she was sitting on the bench all alone. The girl with big black eyes and a black hood. What was her hair color? The boy asked himself. He had never seen her hair color. He imagined that it was red because once he saw a lock of the hair on her face and it looked red.She was always so concentrated and immersed in what she was doing that she barely noticed what was going on around. She had focus.On that day, she carried a book with her—a large one. Every day she went to that park and sat on the bench. Alone, all alone, she...

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“Coach, the Cockroach ” by Amanda Meireles

Submitted to Contest #60

My body didn't want to answer my brain anymore. The fact that I couldn't think nor sleep was making me very distressed. My swollen floppy legs were failing on me — they weren't moving. My mouth was dry (I desperately needed to drink some water, any kind of water. I would even drink pee). My mind was confused and anxious. My head was aching a lot, and my concentration difficulties were finally really annoying and disturbing me. I never thought that I'd die in that way and in that place. He was going after me; he was chasing me. I'd die beca...

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“Fire of the Hill” by Amanda Meireles

Submitted to Contest #60

There was no one left. The zombies have transformed everyone that I knew in one of them. It was only my five-year-old sister and me. She was afraid, so was I. I tried to stay calm and maintain the posture that "everything would be just fine" to avoid freaking her out. But I didn't know if everything would be fine; I didn't see the answer for the first time in my life. Celia looked giant in the small and airless room that we were. There wasn't light nor ventilation. It was so dark that the only visible light was Celia's shining sneakers. It...

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“Truth of Being Me” by Amanda Meireles

Submitted to Contest #59

Friends and family, I don't want to scare you or to make you feel guilty. I just want you to hear me one last time. I want you to understand my fear of life, my fear of the world, my fear of existing. "But what to fear?" Many would ask me. Life is the most precious thing we have, so why fear it? Why disappear? So, I ask you: Why live if you're already dead? If you don't feel you deserve to have a life? If you don't feel like you're existing? For what? I feel this way every day. I wake up wishing to disappear; to go far from this life; thi...

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Author bio

"Don't ever, for any reason, do anything, to anyone, for any reason, ever, no matter what, no matter where, or who, or who you are with, or where you are going, or where you've been, ever, for any reason whatsoever." - Michael Scott