Angel Vargas

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Nov, 2019

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“Out of Time” by Angel Vargas

Submitted to Contest #154

This is a speculative fiction piece regarding the recent mass shooting at an elementary school in Uvalde, Texas. Out of respect for all involved, names have either been ommited, switched or changed. This material is sensitive and may be triggering to some readers. Discretion is recommended. www.lessquestionablenewssource.comOut of Time: The Story of Xavier CuevasBy Hash TaggertIf this is a story about time, we’re out of it.Xavier Cuevas was out of time the day he was shot and killed by law enforcement officers at an Uvalde, Texas elementary ...

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“E.R.M. - Awkward, Strange and Unexpected Emergency Room Miracles” by Angel Vargas

Submitted to Contest #152

What is a “miracle? A quick “googling” of the words  “miracle definition” on your mobile device’s web browser might elicit the following: 1- a surprising and welcome event that is not explicable by natural or scientific laws and is therefore considered to be the work of a divine agency. "the miracle of rising from the grave" Similar: supernatural phenomenon mystery prodigy sign 2- a highly improbable or extraordinary event, development, or accomplishment that brings very welcome consequences. "it was a miracle that m...

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“Return of a Lost Love” by Angel Vargas

Submitted to Contest #137

You didn’t expect the return of a lost love. Not on an ordinary day like this one. The day starts off for you like any other. You open your heavy, burning eyes, trundle out of bed, shower and have your morning coffee without much fanfare. You don your clothes like battle armor, utter a tired goodbye to your adoring spouse, and you rush out into the world wondering, as always, if the rat race is worth winning. On the surface, your life seems ordinary. Your job is nothing to write home about. You and your life partner have been toget...

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“A New Beginning ” by Angel Vargas

Submitted to Contest #134

Matilda and I stand together in silence, watching the sunrise in our favorite park, and the only thing I can think is “fuck this.”The day starts with the usual routine. Get up at 4am. Drink free-trade coffee. Eat a quick breakfast. Take a bleary-eyed perusal of emails and texts on my Obama-issued flip phone.. Then I flop onto my ancient, sweat stained couch and wait, a knot forming in my stomach. I’m expecting a call from a Portland temp agency to tell me if they need me to report downtown to yet another grueling factory job. &nbsp...

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“Are You There? ” by Angel Vargas

Submitted to Contest #132

“Are you there? God! It’s me!”These weren’t things I’d normally say, especially at three in the goddamn morning. Yet here I was, at that exact time on a summer Friday in the year 2000, standing just outside the beat-up, red metal door to my great grandmother’s midtown apartment. I was an easily irritated twenty year old, and I’d already had words with her asshole superintendent. Why, of all people, did she reach out to me? Did she know the humidity was keeping me awake tonight while I peeled myself off my couch for glasses of water? The...

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“Three For Tea- The Disappearance of Tiffany Rogers” by Angel Vargas

Submitted to Contest #128

“Don’t go there,” I told my sister, shaking my head. “Don’t take us.”The driver (aka- my sister, Kia) met my plea with a steely silence. I tried again. “They don’t want me there anyway. I’m bad news, right?” I shook my head. “We should turn around.”Kia, eyes forward, both hands on her steering wheel, sighed. “You’re still moving forward, sis.”“I can’t slam on the breaks or make a U-turn on the damn highway, now can I?” “Maybe not, but could you at least acknowledge my request?” “You mean the part where you keep running aw...

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“Phoenix Rising: A “Choose Your Own Adventure” Title For Late Bloomers.” by Angel Vargas

Submitted to Contest #125

“You are what is known as a “late bloomer, son”At least, this is what your father tells you when you ask why the other fourth graders mistake you for a girl. It doesn’t help that you’re pale, your hair is past shoulder length, and you’ve got no “bad boy moustache” yet like some of the other boys. Your pecs are also large, but underdeveloped, so you have what the other boys call “bitch tits.”Of course, you’re also a sensitive soul honing an artistic talent for drawing! And you’re a romantic! How sweet! You watched a ton of soap operas with yo...

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