Basil Boi

Author on Reedsy Prompts since May, 2020

Stories (5)

5 Stories

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“My Old Love” by Basil Boi

Submitted to Contest #54

“Jenny?” The smooth, dreamy voice that I knew all too well had just spoken my name once again. His smiling face flashed in my mind as I turned away from my desk. I was met with those dark beautiful chocolate eyes that I had stared helplessly into when I was younger. “T-tom.” I choked out. Everything seemed to come back all at once. All those long-forgotten feelings from my young love. The arguments, tears...

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“Wait, An Elf?!” by Basil Boi

Submitted to Contest #53

The sticky juice from my grape popsicle dripped down my fingers and onto the blazing sidewalk. It wasn’t as refreshing as I’d thought it’d be. The Arizona sun beat down on my tank topped back. I could feel the sunburn coming in. I sighed deeply. “Ugh, it’s too hot!” I yelled into the empty street. The occasional car would drive by, but other then that, everyone was inside they’re nice air-conditioned homes. “St...

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“Best Day of My Life....Sure” by Basil Boi

Submitted to Contest #52

I woke up, the sun was shining through my curtains. Birds were chirping right outside my window. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and yawned. Seconds later, I realized. “IT’S MY WEDDING DAY!!” I yelled. I jump out of my bed and twirled around my room. “YES YES YES!! Today is the day!!” I smiled widely, skipping my way to the bathroom. I started the shower and yelled o...

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“Where I Was Happy” by Basil Boi

Submitted to Contest #51

I breathed in the salty morning air. I let it run through my body, to calm my nerves. I found myself back here. The place where I was birthed, the place where I was raised, and the place where I left. I flagged down a taxi, my nerves going crazy. The countryside zoomed past as I made my way. I don't know how to feel. Happy, Sad, Anxious,...disgusted. I continued on, my anxiety settling as the sens...

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“The Broken Window” by Basil Boi

Submitted to Contest #42

It started with one of the stormiest nights the Briggs family had ever since. Hammering rain and icy winds, thunder, and lighting rattling their measly cottage. Travis Briggs, the eldest of the Briggs children, was shaking. He was a bully and hot-headed, but thunder made him scared straight. Milly, the second eldest, was delighted! She loved storms and often dreams of becoming a meteorologist. She was looking out the window, smiling wildly. Then there was Junior, the youngest. He sat on the ground, not fazed at all the commotion of his f...

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Author bio

Ya'll, I'm cheesy...but I'm very passionate about my writings, thanks for enjoying them!😊👍💖