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Amanda Meireles

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Sep, 2020

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Where's Dad?

Amanda Meireles

Ava remembered that day. It was her 9/11. Yes, she was only three when it happened, but she remembered every single detail: the chaos, the screaming, the crying.When the shot came through, she tried to run. To him. To her dad. To the first man she’d ever loved. Barely she knew he was the one who was hurt. The one who had died.What she carried from that day was not just the sound. The sharp crack that split the air like lightning, but the smell. Burnt metal. Icy rain on concrete. And the way her mother’s arms wrapped around her so tightly tha...

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A Place to be Held

Amanda Meireles

I've been in and out of hospitals since I was fifteen. It 's annoying. More surgeries than I can count. You learn a different kind of tired when hospitals are the main landmarks of your life. It's not just fatigue. It's a slow erasure.They schedule you into time slots: treatment, check-up, scans, a week of waiting, a week of hoping. Your parents become guardians who hover, who wash, who memorize every medication like a prayer.That is my life. And these are my parents.Because I was diagnosed with Hodgkin, they treat me like I'm made of crysta...

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Images

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

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

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

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

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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