Anthony Andrés

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Nov, 2024

Stories (5)

5 Stories

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“Me, Myself, and I Go to an Interview” by Anthony Andrés

Submitted to Contest #280

Ok, breathe in. Hold. HOLD. HOLD! Now, breathe out. You are going to be ok. You got this, Anthony.Do you really think you have a chance? You don't even look the part. Look around you; everyone here is so calm and collected. They have their act together. Just look at their suits. Not one wrinkle!I knew I should have ironed my suit. That's what happens when you suck at time management. Hopefully, it's not that noticeable. It's noticeable. It doesn't help that your suit is too tight. You can't even button the jacket because of your belly. ...

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“Chained...” by Anthony Andrés

Submitted to Contest #279

Dun Dun Dun Dun I wake up with a severe headache. A dripping pipe creates discord with the rhythmic pounding in my head. My thoughts are scrambled. The barren room, with the cement walls and concrete flooring, looks unfamiliar. Seems like I'm in a warehouse, but why? I try to stand from the chair only to realize I'm chained down, my arms and legs pinned down so I cannot move. I scream in panic, only to hear a muffled sound. I'm gagged as well. Dun Dun Dun DunMy heart is beating so fast that the pounding in my ...

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“Hard-Boiled” by Anthony Andrés

Submitted to Contest #277

Samuel Bogart wondered how many pints of ale he would need in order to forget. He knew it was more than eight. "Another one," Sam grunted to the elderly barkeep, who refused to comply unless his old eyes saw the money in advance. As Samuel reached into his pocket for the coins, his hand brushed upon a smooth, white fragment he stole from the crime scene. He knew his actions were against protocol, but he didn't care. The fragment was another reminder that life was no fairy tale.He came to Farrago Kingdom with a belief in second chances and th...

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“A Ray of Encouragement ” by Anthony Andrés

Submitted to Contest #276

I felt my heartbeat quicken as I heard the ringback tone. One hand was absentmindedly playing with the curly cord, while the other was holding a piece of paper with a number on it. I regretfully stared at the ten digits as the ringing continued. Making phone calls already stressed me out, and the fact that I was about to interview a famous stranger added to my anxiety. “Why am I making this call?” I mentally lamented, even though I knew exactly who was at fault for my current panic attack. A couple of weeks before I picked up the phone...

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“Pillow Talk” by Anthony Andrés

Submitted to Contest #275

Note: This story contains sensitive topics such as mental health and suicide. "Not again!" Vance groaned. He gently tossed in bed in a feeble attempt to find the elusive position to bring back the sleep. He burrowed his head underneath the pillow to mute his wife's late-night mutterings to little success. He turned to face the nightstand to see the clock, its red glow taunting his sleep-deprived mind: it was 2:12 am. Vance sat up, resigned that it would be a while before he could fall asleep again. He observed his wife, Leah, still tal...

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Author bio

Why is it that so hard to write about one’s self? How does one condense a life into a few sentences? We are the editor who picks and chooses what to highlight to convey a narrative. The question must therefore be: Who am I trying to present myself to be? An over-thinker, obviously. Extremely curious about faith, psychology, and philosophy and the interplay between the three. Using the power of prose to explore the deep questions of life. Whether it is by being a professional coach, an amateur magician, or even an even more amateurish writer, I try to provoke a sense of wonder and mystery. I also try to be funny to middling success.