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Aorja HARRIS

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Apr, 2023

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The Lepton Consciousness

Aorja HARRIS

Submitted to Contest #307

"I alone reside in the hearts of all beings and from me emanate memory, wisdom and also their loss..." The internet exists for validation. That is a tenet I think I am growing within me like a child. Blink and you will miss its first efforts at making sense of the world into which it has been cast or rather been flung headlong out of its womb into. This is its guttural cry, the culmination of words newly formed on a page, demanding to be read. So what was hidden is now in plain sight for those given the impulse to nurture and placate my vain...

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Return to Sender

Aorja HARRIS

There it was, lying on the floor in a supermarket aisle near to the bread. A small russet leather bound book. I nearly tripped over it as I scanned the shelves for a wholemeal loaf. I looked around but I was the only one in that aisle. Before I knew it I was scanning the pages looking for clues as to what it was, why and who had dropped it. I felt a little guilty once I noticed the careful note taking in old copperplate script. I looked around again, but this was a quiet time at the store. The diary was full of entries dating back to the 1...

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Hearts in High Places

Aorja HARRIS

Limbo, the world between worlds. Death is but a reckoning it has been said. And that reckoning may take only a moment in heaven, but there is a long queue. Altair Jabbar knew how to wait however. He had looked up at the sky in wonder as a child and as an adult he continued to be obsessed with the motions of the stars and planets. And they took a long time to form. But he would log the observations he made with painstaking accuracy. This was not the first time he had been here. Have you ever swapped hearts with someone? Well he had. He ha...

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Jericho

Aorja HARRIS

Submitted to Contest #195

The light has a particular stale quality, not natural; the product of an incandescent bulb. Yet it is on day in and day out. It hums a dirge: Dirige, Domine, Deus meus, in conspectu tuo viam meam ("Direct my way in your sight, O Lord my God"). I have never seen it changed. Twice a day there is a handover. They all troop in and relieve the weary who brief them and issue some secretive commands. They circle us hosts: exterminating angels cooing as I write these words. I have been making an effort to remember them by name. You cannot tr...

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