Anastasia S.

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Dec, 2019

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“An Assignment on the Climate” by Anastasia S.

People are a mess, is what they are. You’d think that with a little bit of effort things might’ve gone slightly to the left, a bit better than this, but nothing actually changed, didn’t it? That is what I learned when I spent my Sunday evening lodged between a chair and a desk, hunched over a paper filled with notes that looked more like illegible scribbles. Humans never change. They’re quite predictable, actually. If you took the time to piece every rise and fall in government, leadership, or power in the world, you would find that th...

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“Orange Blossoms” by Anastasia S.

Submitted to Contest #51

It’s been a while, hasn’t it? I find myself staring down a parking lot filled to the brim with the newest models that Hyundai could offer. God, there must’ve been hundreds, sitting right there, all neat in perfect rows. They were lined up in various shades of silver, black and occasionally red, each of them cleaned from the dust and raindrops and seagull shit. They were always clean, the cars inside car dealerships. They looked clean, smelled new, and shined in the sunlight. That’s because cars always had to be clean and shiny for them t...

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“Bonneville Salt Flats” by Anastasia S.

⭐️ Shortlisted for Contest #25

There was something calming riding on a motorcycle—the roar of wind whipping by your hair, the thunderous rumble of the engine. The noise is deafening, and yet there is a sense of calm that sits in your gut like the empty feeling in your lungs after a sigh of relief. Once you get to a certain speed, you could compare the wind to the fluidity of water in a way—the rush, the feeling as it splits to pass the forms of your face and shoulders. The main difference I would say is that water clutches to your skin and hair like a clingy ex and it has...

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“Gum Wrappers” by Anastasia S.

Submitted to Contest #19

What a wreck, Christmas shopping. It seemed in the moment that I begin my trek for picking the perfect gift from the shelves of a local retailer I forget everything I know about every person I’ve ever met. But here I was, scanning the aisles for what I know will match their wishes. So was everybody else, unfortunately. You can never describe the look of a Christmas shopper until you look one in the eye in the invasively cramped space in the aisle of a local Target. There is a mania to it, a wild-eyed panic that spreads across the countr...

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Shortlisted 1 story ⭐️

Contest #25

Bonneville Salt Flats – read story