Angel C

Author on Reedsy Prompts since May, 2022

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8 Stories

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“on the sidelines, sometimes” by Angel C

Submitted to Contest #166

(contains sensitive language and sex) I think we went, that day, to the Thai restaurant towards the end of campus. Across the road from the university union, and close to the class we shared, it seemed a good choice for lunch. I remember feeling worried that you wouldn’t want to come with me. Once the class had ended, and the shuffle of notebooks and murmur of chatter began, I thought your kindness to me would end. I thought you’d only spoken to me because we sat together. On those hard, red, plastic chairs. In the middle of the small clas...

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“becoming untethered” by Angel C

Submitted to Contest #158

(note: contains sensitive language)The light in the dim kitchen seemed dusty and grainy. It hung like a film between the two women. It seemed almost tangible, as if they could run their hands through it like swishing through a puddle. Like it was sticking to the sides of their windpipes, their lungs, with every inhalation. The kitchen was hot, too. A midsummer, late-afternoon heat. As if someone had switched on an oven, and left the oven door cracked.Someone was yelling in the road below the window. Someone peddling something, probably. Stic...

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“small moments, those precious things” by Angel C

Submitted to Contest #156

“Don’t you remember our childhood?” I tried to say this to her with a smile. She was cross-legged on the floor, back leaning against the faded cream couch. Her eyes darted to me as I said it. As if I’d touched on something I shouldn’t have. As if those memories were too tender. “It was an odd one, that’s for sure. Mixed and messy and full of upheaval. But there were little moments in-between. Sun-filled moments, times when we all felt something good. I’ll remind you of them, if you’d like. You don’t have to say anything. Just listen. Close y...

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“gaps in our lives” by Angel C

Submitted to Contest #154

(note: contains sensitive language)A soft squeak came from my shoe as I entered the hospital room. He turned his wrinkled neck, and with kind gray eyes smiled at me. The sunlight in the room felt nostalgic, aching, old. End-of-life sunlight. The sunlight of thirty years ago. Sunlight of someone receding into memories. I smiled back, and sat in the tiny plastic chair next to the bed. “Hi Dad. It’s so odd seeing you like this. It doesn't suit you.” His eyes seemed to film over as I said this. He looked up at the cream-white ceiling, his mind d...

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“you'll be fine” by Angel C

Submitted to Contest #152

(note: contains sensitive language, self harm) I first met you while working. Although it wasn’t a very good job. Neither for me, nor for you. I was delivering food, bland and tasteless, to customers, weary-eyed and pallid. You were at the counter of the restaurant, neon-signed and at the bottom of a city hill.  I was sweaty when I first swung the door open. My hair stuck to my forehead like seaweed to a rock. I oozed in from the bottomless black of the Sydney night, into the hospital-white of your shop. You looked at me and said he...

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“right on the precipice of something new” by Angel C

Submitted to Contest #151

(note: contains sensitive language, sexual content) I suppose I should begin with that cologne. Verdant and fresh, it very much is my first association with work, with professionalism. My dad used to splash a sheen onto his stubbly neck, early in the morning. Calvin Klein, it was. That smell, of grapefruit in a clementine sun, of skin scrubbed new in the shower, of someone ready for the world.  That smell made my heart thump as a child. Beating and booming in my chest, it meant he was off to work. Off to practice dentistry. Away fro...

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“a house, awhile ago” by Angel C

Submitted to Contest #149

(Sensitive content - nudity) We as young people don't often tend to write about our memories. What person, during this time of their life, has time to be so reflective? When you're this age, the world only tends to move forward. Nostalgia and sentimentality aren't the type of thrilling emotions one wants to feel when they're young. On the other hand, it's why a young person should write. Writing is reflective, but rarely do we hear the reflections of the young. What will tumble out of the pen of one still wading through the periods that ...

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“times of quiet growth” by Angel C

Submitted to Contest #146

(Note: story contains brief sexual content). I want to give you some memories now, my friend. Some things you can hold onto as life goes on, and deepens into hardships, and lightens back towards goodness. Sometimes memories can be so tremendously important. They can remind you of a kinder time that now seems elusive. More importantly, they can set the tone for the future, as you look for something, anything, to remind you that life can be okay again. And so, future self, take these two memories and hold them close. Here is the first, the...

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searching for balance