Amuelle Aguilar

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jun, 2020

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“Dear Mila” by Amuelle Aguilar

Dear Mila,Remember when we used to talk about our prince charming back when we were kids? I told you my knight-in-shining armor will come towards me riding a giant white horse with a sword hanging on his side, beaming at me with a big smile on his besotted face, ready to rescue me from the dumpster that we grew up in. Well, I was wrong. In reality, he marched up at me angrily, his gun hanging at his side, his scowl showing as his black leather shoes stomped heavily on the concrete floor, shouting at me that if he ever catches me stealing aga...

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“Mother Knows Best, Doesn't She?” by Amuelle Aguilar

Submitted to Contest #102

There are two types of mothers in the world: those who love their children and those who neglect them. I do not know which category to put mine. “Talk to me, Silas.” My mother said in her soft silky voice, looking at me like she will give me the world if I ask her to. I scoff. As if. I don’t speak to her. It hurts me even to give her a glimpse. I remain silent and let the noise from the television filled the room. “Last night, CCTV footage of a man killing a woman barehanded was leaked online…” No one is listening to the reporter as ...

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“What if Snow White Didn’t Eat the Apple?” by Amuelle Aguilar

Submitted to Contest #96

Mirror, Mirror on the wall, who is the fairest of them all? Dried leaves crashed under Snow White’s bare feet. Her breathing was labored, her hair was messy and her legs were sore as she ran through the woods. The scent of wet soil hit her nose. A group of vultures hissed as they flew above, creating creepy bird-shaped shadows in front of the red moon. In the distance, the wolves started to howl. Snow White remembered from the books she read that wolves howl after a kill, making her imagine of a dead man’s body being feasted by a pack of w...

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“Denim Day” by Amuelle Aguilar

Submitted to Contest #47

You looked out the window and, not for the first time, thought about how wrong the weather forecast had been. The rain was hitting the dusty glass window with a loud noise. The cloud was so dark; one would think it was midnight instead of six o’clock in the afternoon. A chill ran up your spine. You were expecting a sunny day, not a gloomy one. “I hope you take your coffee black, I have no sugar left.” The old man smiled at you apologetically as he sat across you. You noticed how his yellow teeth were pointed, like those of a vampire. A scar ...

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