Andrea Moya

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jun, 2021

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“Rain Boots” by Andrea Moya

Submitted to Contest #138

The rain surrounded me in a gray haze creating an almost solid barrier between the building’s entrance and my car in the parking lot. I was stuck in the no man’s land of the covered entryway of my office, barely protected from the streams pouring down the sides of the roof and splatter from the puddles. Why did I even wear the boots if I was going to get wet anyway?I tried to will myself forward, to cross the threshold but I stayed rooted in place. My feet, encased in a pair of purple and pink galoshes with a wildflower pattern, slick and sh...

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“Weight Cycling” by Andrea Moya

Submitted to Contest #136

TW: Disordered eating, fatphobiaMom is in the kitchen today. I’m slumped in the recliner, pretending to watch TV in the living room. I always feel compelled to watch her as she goes through her weekly ritual. It’s Wednesday so she did the grocery shopping and she’s laid out the food across every available surface. Her food and our food. She keeps them separate as if proximity to our full-calorie, full-fat, sugary, highly processed regular food will somehow contaminate her 100-calorie, non-fat, sugar-free, organic and natural diet food. I wat...

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“The Weird Kid” by Andrea Moya

Submitted to Contest #123

I could feel the familiar butterflies in my stomach as I crossed the stage. In front of me, the murmur of conversation was punctuated by laughs and shouts as the students settled into the auditorium. I settled at center stage, taking in the chaotic energy of my audience of middle schoolers. Despite the nerves, this felt like home. Projecting my voice, speaking from my diaphragm, I called out for them to be silent. The din gradually died down and twenty faces looked up at me expectantly. One remained glued to his phone. I cleared my throat. ...

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“Hatchet Man” by Andrea Moya

Submitted to Contest #112

Hatchet Man By Andrea Moya Rob felt the weight of the small axe in his hand and waited. It was a slow afternoon at work. Several reservations came in, the bells above the door jangling each time they were pushed open. Outside it was raining, chilly gusts of air burst through the entrance each time a group arrived. The girls at the front desk greeted guests with smiles and paperwork. He watched from a distance as they went over the rules. The visitors grinned nervously, some overwhelmed by the noise coming from the cages behind him, the ince...

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Author bio

I'm from Puerto Rico and I live in West Virginia