Anastasiia Antonova

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Dec, 2020

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“A winter carol” by Anastasiia Antonova

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 ...

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“Always” by Anastasiia Antonova

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 tha...

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“It is between you and me” by Anastasiia Antonova

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 mak...

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“Summer holidays” by Anastasiia Antonova

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 an...

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