Aym Less

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jan, 2020

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4 Stories

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“The Golden City” by Aym Less

That’s the thing about this city. No matter how hard Riza tries, she can never make it in time for her deliveries. It’s always one thing or another. A truck of donuts overturning (she might’ve snagged a few) or the subway being hijacked by a supervillain (thankfully it was empty) or even a horde of robotic mice accidentally releasing into the streets (she has Lili now at least). Honestly, can’t she ever catch a break? “New day, new start,” she says into the mirror, tucking a crisp hat over her hair. ...

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“Sacrilegious Beginnings” by Aym Less

Submitted to Contest #87

I focused on the click-clacking of my laptop, uncut nails tapping fiercely. Each key snipped letters onto the essay I was working on. Usually I could enter a meditative state where I ignored everything, from my hunger to my bladder. But it was simply too difficult to focus when chunks of your own hair kept drifting down and scattering between the keyboard crevices.I took a deep breath before I said, “Will you stop cutting my hair? You do realize it takes a while to grow back, right?”“Eh? Does it really?...

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“Hellish Paradise” by Aym Less

Submitted to Contest #84

I. The Bed This might be my favorite part of the room. It’s slim and white but miraculously sturdy. Even when I jumped on it as hard as I could, frantically almost, it never broke. I don’t know if I’m disappointed or not. Maybe it could have given me a reason to go out. I don’t think the door would’ve cared though. They haven’t been on good terms since I scratched the frame trying to fit the planks in.I think the mattress is dented because I only sleep on the right side. I could sleep on the left ...

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“Signalling the Stars” by Aym Less

Submitted to Contest #83

The waves toss and churn, spewing sprays of mist. I break the surface, managing one panicked gasp before water crashes down on my face. My vision is blurry, the salt stinging my eyes shut. My limbs flail wildly as I strain upwards but with every movement, the sea drags me back.  Stay, it whispers.  I gag on my own breath. Not yet.  Displeased, the water ch...

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Author bio

NOTE: Currently inactive! Will be back soon! Sometimes my ideas are undercooked, sometimes they're overcooked, but one day they'll be just write. Lyrics of the Week: You were my story Your word comes to mind endlessly... In the days when every moment was beautiful and splendid You were the main character in the movie called me