Atan Solp

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Oct, 2024

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12 Stories

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“The Controversial Case” by Atan Solp

Submitted to Contest #281

Since early morning, the Santa Claus & Co. office elves had been rustling letters, tapping their fingers on the keyboard, whispering, and discussing the funniest requests from children. The air was filled with the smell of coffee, cinnamon, and pine needles. On the top floor, through the glass walls, they could only see the top of a giant fir tree standing in the hall, to which all the office exits and the workshops where gifts for kids were made and wrapped led. Elf Matthew sipped his long-cold coffee and rubbed his tired eyes. The pile...

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“The Manuscript” by Atan Solp

Submitted to Contest #280

“Disgusting!” A stack of paper, which until recently had been the most precious thing to me, flew into my face.“No, don’t! Don’t insult my manuscript!” I started to get angry, but I didn’t move; I just closed my eyes when the sheets crashed into me and scattered all over the office.“How could you?! I’m a serious literary agent, and your filth is impossible to read! I don’t even know what you were thinking when you came here. No one will take this, do you understand me?! If you can’t write, then give it up! Without talent, you’ll be no one an...

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“The one single need” by Atan Solp

Submitted to Contest #279

I am leaning my back against the trunk of a huge spreading tree on a small hillock covered with lush green grass. In my hands, I am holding a book with stories by my favorite writer. Below are slow-moving crowds of zombies. They do not need to hurry anywhere, nor do I. It's an idyll of a summer day. I would give anything right now for the opportunity to read a book. But, unfortunately, letters are like hieroglyphs for me. I know who this writer is; I have read this book before. I saw it in a bookstore and took it with me. I enjoy turning the...

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“The Family Secret” by Atan Solp

Submitted to Contest #278

Today is another anniversary of my father's death, and at the moment, I have learned about our family secret.Then, on his deathbed, my father told me something I didn't want to know. But thus, he cleared his conscience.He apologized for the fact that nothing could be changed. The burden of the secret had already fallen on my shoulders. *** When I was ten, my family moved to a small town.  My father once again sold all our real estate and bought a house in a town on the other side of the country. He was a computer programmer who worked f...

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“The confession of a dark magician” by Atan Solp

Submitted to Contest #277

“I walked through the gusty wind and the bitter cold, and now I have climbed to the very top of your highest Dark Tower, so that…” A well-groomed handsome man in shining armor selflessly described his path, gesticulated, and sprayed saliva in all directions. He sometimes shook his head to remove his golden bangs from his eyes with an elegant wave. The youth squinted his huge blue eyes, pursed his swollen pink lips into a bow, and walked back and forth on the stone floor, describing all his exploits in his short life. It was funny to look at ...

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“Fortune cookies” by Atan Solp

Submitted to Contest #276

It was a usual morning; people around me were rushing about their business, and the city just started waking up. The sun was mercilessly beating down, penetrating through the pristine glass of the coffee shop, tripping over the curves of sofas and tables, and getting lost under the bar counter. The aroma of freshly made cappuccino filled the room and pleasantly tickled the sense of smell. I was sitting on a high stool and tamping marshmallows into the hot drink. Spring has come. Somewhere in other latitudes, this time of year is accompanied ...

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“The breakup” by Atan Solp

Submitted to Contest #275

“Anita, today I have made a difficult decision. We must break up. I can’t marry you! I will pack my things now and leave this house. Leave now and forever, Anita. And don't ask me to stay!” With these words, my beloved Victor returned from work to our cute and cozy house on the wood edge. “Victor, what happened to you? Please calm down and let's talk. Explain your decision to me, please” I didn’t understand anything because yesterday everything was fine and nothing foretold such a storm in our relationship. We also never talked about marriag...

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“The gift” by Atan Solp

Submitted to Contest #274

CW: This story contains themes or mentions of childhood abuse, sexual abuse, physical violence, and trauma.“Dear Olivia, happy birthday! This is for you! Open the box!” Carl said with a big, bright smile.He came closer, winking, and handed his present to Olivia. Carl’s lips trembled in a smile, and Olivia knew that something was wrong. The man had always behaved strangely. But he never gave gifts to anyone, it was something like his principle.“What’s the catch, Carl?” Olivia asked.But he didn’t seem to be at all embarrassed. Man smiled as ea...

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“Solitude behind glasses.” by Atan Solp

Submitted to Contest #273

Twilight spilled across the sky with dark ink, gradually plunging the city into darkness. The work day was over and the residents of the metropolis rushed to take seats in their cars and mass transit to quickly get to their homes, where a well-deserved dinner and rest in front of the TV awaited them. Many people were stealthily glancing at this guy. Some with condemnation, some with casual interest. But without any wonderment - no one can be shocked by pink hair sticking out in all directions and black glasses worn over his eyes, despite the...

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“About tasty and healthy food.” by Atan Solp

Submitted to Contest #272

The amber liquid splashed invitingly in my glass and caused me bouts of nausea and nostalgia at the same time. I winced. Bourbon. I remembered what bourbon used to be like! In my castle, it was stored in oak barrels. That a taste, and that an aroma! And now? Why do people call this horrible-tasting liquid - bourbon? And how do people drink it? It's utterly disgusting. But it's still better than the blood of that anorexic girl I tasted last night. I squeezed my glass in rage and it burst, covering the bar counter with shards and spilling all ...

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“Scent of Jasmine.” by Atan Solp

Submitted to Contest #271

“In the hour between the dog and the wolf,” when the streets were still light and the walls of the houses were already casting deep shadows, a white Ford pulled up to a small house on a dead-end street. At its front entrance, cordoned off with yellow tape with the menacing inscription “Police. Crime scene. Do not cross,” a police car was parked illuminating the facade of the building with red and blue flashing lights. A little further away were parked a fire truck and an ambulance. Firefighters and paramedics were bustling around.A man in a ...

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“Sacred Ritual” by Atan Solp

Submitted to Contest #270

Saturday! My favorite day of the week! And that means that today I can do the Sacred Ritual. Yes, that's right, with capital letters. For this, some of the preparations must be done in the evening. So, let's begin.In the evening, we need to put a jug of purified water in the fridge, because the water must be cold. Also in the evening, we pour cream into a cup - there are no options, we need to take cream. We also put the cup in the fridge. Overnight, a film of foam will settle on the surface, and this is what we need. Slightly yellow, soft, ...

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An aspiring writer with a great desire to write a masterpiece and become famous))