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Anastasiia Antonova

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Dec, 2020

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A Christmas together

The old woman, Lydia, was staring at herself in the bedroom mirror, the worn velvet sinking beneath her bony frame. Outside, the wind was howling, tree branches knocking on the windows, a mournful counterpoint to the silence within. Her first Christmas alone.Lydia shivered, though the room was well heated. She was overcome by a deeper, more chilling fear. She had never felt that way before her husband died, but since his funeral her heart had been tightly gripped by the pointy and sharp talons of a monster from her nightmares.George. Her Geo...

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Some hate it hot

“There`s no greater honour than to fight the beast, Your Majesty. Your daughter will be back in her loving mother`s arms before you know it,” a knight kneeled in front of the King. The King and his Queen were in mourning as well as their court. Princess Rosaline had been given away as a virgin bride to a local Dragon who made the King obey traditions and follow his rules. Rosaline had just turned eighteen when the Dragon appeared wearing his finest jewelry and snatched the crying Princess from her mother`s embrace.Ever since that final mothe...

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I love New York

Lenny “Cricket” Robinson was dying. His throat was being tightly gripped by the cold hands of a New York foggy morning. Lenny was lying in a pile of cardboard boxes, covered with an old wet blanket. It would take a lot of effort to recognize a human being quietly waiting for his final breath as Lenny was wearing all of the dirty clothes he had in his possession. At that point of his life he had more in common with a basket in a thrift shop or at a garage sale than with a gentleman that he once used to be. Ten years ago Leonard Robinson was a...

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It runs in the family

TW: Substance abuse, violence, mention of suicide“So, Jack, how`s it going for you?” mr Gilbert, the very acclaimed and famous chief editor of The Voices of the Nation, leant back in his leather chair, lit up a cigarette and crossed his hands on his belly watching Jack`s desperate attempts to hit his waste bin with at least one paper ball.“Boring,” Jack sounded unmotivated. He was no more than thirty five, five eleven, athletic and quite handsome. His piercing blue eyes were focused on the bin. The editor was patiently studying him. He was a...

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Once upon a summer night

TW: Explicit language, historical violence Edith Burton loved trains. The soft clamor of wheels always calmed her down, sometimes she could feel that pristine tranquility when time seemed to freeze. She watched fields and estates flow by like in a hazy daydream. Her thoughts were left to wander through the palette of green while her hands were lying idly upon a forgotten opened book. If only life could stay that dreamy and simple forever!“Mrs Burton, mrs Burton!” Edith blinked and glanced down. One of her pupils was tugging at her gray skirt...

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Break a leg

TW: Physical violence, strong language, mentions of suicideThe school was old, very old. Located comfortably in a 19th century building, it has given a start in life to many generations of children. Its steps carried memories of tens of thousands of feet hurrying up and down, chasing after and running away.Right now the school was empty. Only in the small theatre the lights were on, highlighting a young couple on stage.“O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo! Deny thy father and refuse thy name; Or, if thou wilt not…”“So fuckin` easy,...

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A winter carol

Submitted to Contest #77

‘Hi Mark, sorry, just got your message. There was something wrong with my computer. Did you want to talk to me?’ Words didn’t come easily struggling to leave Robert`s dry lips. He quickly ran his tongue over them hoping it didn’t make him look even more nervous. Mark glanced at him – Robert`s tall figure weirdly tip toeing in the doorway - and waved a hand impatiently asking him in. Mark was on the phone. Robert quietly stepped inside and closed the door behind him trying not to make a sound. Talking to the boss always made him feel uneasy. ...

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Always

Submitted to Contest #76

"Jesus Christ, are you blind?! Can’t you see there are people around? Besides, why would you need a trolley just for…""Claire?""Lynda? Lynda, is that you? Oh my God, I haven’t recognized you with this… this new haircut.""Thanks. Do you like it? I’m sorry, m``am... I’m sorry I bumped into you, Claire. I’ve always been absent-minded. You know that.""I sure do. So how’s life? How’s everything?" "Oh yeah, I’m grand, all is grand. Jack and I – do you remember my Jack?""Yeah, I think so. Was it that chap that you were dating in college?""No, ...

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It is between you and me

Submitted to Contest #75

How does it feel to be the never-ending flavor of the month, to be on top every year? To be everyone`s dark shameful secret, promising not just pleasure but possibilities; to linger, to echo, to land on somebody`s moist lips jumping to an eager ear, worm inside and curl, purring, in the trembling jelly of a brain, growing into a tumor of a thought there, a thought evolving into desire? My secret is that the very essence of me crawls under your skin and makes its nest around your beating heart poisoning it with stinging snake kisses. I make a...

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Summer holidays

Submitted to Contest #74

“No way! I hate her! Why do you always make me go there?!” shouted Patrick, landing his fork on the table with a loud bang and leaving a greasy stain of white sauce on the polished surface.“Don`t even get me started, young man,” his mother lifted her index finger with that warning look on her face that Patrick knew all too well. “You will stay at Debbie`s and then we all will go to Spain.”Patrick was furious. His mother just ruined his whole day by announcing that he was going to spend the whole month of July at his aunt Debbie`s place in a ...

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