Arpad Nagy

Author on Reedsy Prompts since May, 2021

Stories (12)

12 Stories

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“Where the Blue Forest Grows” by Arpad Nagy

Submitted to Contest #234

The room was nearly without light, but Rose Bennet could see her daughter curled in the fetal position on the hospital bed. Daphne was a beautiful 14-year-old girl, and she was dying.Among the many other symptoms of Von Hippel-Lindau’s (VHL) disease was acute light sensitivity from the decay of the retinas. Rose’s mother, Ashley, had VHL, and it took her life before she’d turned 40. VHL was also hereditary, so there was great concern in the Bennet family that the children were at risk.But Rose...

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“Mirror, Mirror Wash Me Away” by Arpad Nagy

Submitted to Contest #225

It was more a shape than a face that moved behind the broken glass, and instantly, I felt drawn in. Pulled. I leaned toward the surface, and the face moved with me. The figure remained obscured, partially masked by a veil of dirty fog brushed over the reflective coating, distorted and disjointed from the splinters. I bent my head toward my left shoulder; my eyes focused on the figure in ...

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“The Woman Without A Name” by Arpad Nagy

Submitted to Contest #216

“I don’t get why you have this place,” said Kelly as she took the order for an Americano. “You don’t even like people.” Taking a stack of books from the counter and setting them on the trolley, I answered. “What? That’s not true. I like people fine; I don’t understand most of them, but I like trying to figure it out. Besides, it’s research.” “Uh-huh. For your novel.” I didn...

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“No More Sleepless Nights” by Arpad Nagy

Submitted to Contest #215

He was an enormous beast, and as the thin fingers of her dainty hand disappeared into his silver-tipped black hair, Kali shook his shoulders and then dropped to the floor. "There-there, darling," said Circe, his Mistress, "Why you're not a nasty creature at all, and don't you listen to those wretched ravens caw. You're beautiful and divine. Those rotten birds are jealous o...

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“Falling in Retrograde” by Arpad Nagy

Submitted to Contest #214

Autumn lay nuzzled beneath his arm, running her slender fingers through his thick brown hair, "Coper," she said, looking at his strong jawline and super-kissable lips and felt the heavy thump-thump, thump-thump of his heart beating against the naked skin of her rib cage. She inhaled deeply. It reminded her of stepping out of a camp tent on a summer morning; he smelled like the forest mingled wit...

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“Inked in History-Letters between a wife and husband caught in the tides of change. ” by Arpad Nagy

Submitted to Contest #212

The First Letter. Lyon France, July 15, 1989. Thaddeus, you're going to divorce me. I'm not on the train to Lyon. I'm in Barcelona. Now, before you call the lawyers and have the papers drawn up—I know I deserve it, and I swore the last time was the last time, but let me explain—I saw my father. I can feel you rolling your eyes, and I get it, but I know it was hi...

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“The Four-Star Frenzy -A top chef's ego runs roughshod over his staff as success pushes him to his breaking point. ” by Arpad Nagy

Submitted to Contest #207

Diners and critics hailed "La Tavola Appassionata" as the premier Italian restaurant on the west coast, and its Chef, Arturo Pacioretti, emerged as the newest culinary star in the industry. He was short, with a round, plump face, beady black eyes set beneath a Cro-Magnon protruding forehead, and even though he kept his hair trimmed close to the scalp, it was still as thick and unmoveable as fresh asphalt. For ...

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“A Serendipitous Evening Encounter - Focused on what’s ahead of him sends a man into a collision with his past. ” by Arpad Nagy

Submitted to Contest #199

The smell of a charcoal grill and seared meat floating in the early evening air skipped across my nose, returning hunger pangs from my stomach to my lips. The remainder of my shopping excursion would have to wait; food became an unshakeable need. Crossing the cobblestone plaza of the arts district, I followed the sounds of boisterous conversations, the clicking of metal utensils on plates, and laughter with the unmistaka...

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“Through the Land of Giant Hearts and Precious Dreams” by Arpad Nagy

Submitted to Contest #196

He wasn't much good at waiting but walking into the office of the woman you've loved for decades unannounced wasn't a great tactic. The fact this version of Heath Breeland stood seven inches taller than the original only added to his conundrum. It would be one thing if LeeAnn recognized him and totally another to explain it. The last time they spoke, Heath the OG made a lighthearted re...

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“Hana and the Flower Rain - A rare blossom at the Sakura festival delivers a life-changing encounter. ” by Arpad Nagy

Submitted to Contest #191

The streets were alive with the energy of a thousand joyful faces. People milled together, raising flower-adorned drinks, smiling at one another while knocking glasses together in toasts and good cheer. The scents from the food vendors in their small street shacks mingled aromatics with the sounds of knives knocking swiftly against wooden blocks. The musical notes of percussion, wind, and stringed instruments res...

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“Nobody Knows How to Say Goodbye” by Arpad Nagy

Submitted to Contest #185

Nobody Knows How to Say Goodbye These walls have seen it all, from the beginning to the final call. I was there when you had nothing. Barren and waiting to hold everything in my bosom, ready to feed your dreams, support your ambition, and sustain your ego. Day after day, I stood solid, never failing, steady in temperament, cooling you when you boiled over, giving you respite with m...

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“ A Time Travel Trap Door Opens by Keypad Strokes” by Arpad Nagy

Submitted to Contest #184

Jakob Anderson read the message on the screen and sighed. “Unusual activity has been detected on your account. For security reasons, your account has been locked. Please return to the login page and re-enter your password.” “Sonofabitch! I don’t know what the hell my password is!” Rooting through his desk, Jakob shuffled through a stack of sticky notes littered with re...

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Author bio

A Proud Hungarian-Canadian, throwback romantic who loves to write. 8xTop Writer. Editor @ Kitchen Tales,The Short Place (Fiction) The Memoirist, Age of Empathy at Medium. com https://arpad56nagy.medium.com/ https://www.instagram.com/arpad.t.nagy.5/ https://twitter.com/arpad56nagy https://me.dm/@arpad56nagy