Bro Yaboi

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Oct, 2019

Stories (9)

9 Stories

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“Best Boy” by Bro Yaboi

Today was the day. After months of planning and preparation, this was going to be the best day ever. Or, possibly, the worst day ever. This was the day Carlo was finally going to tell Megan that he liked her. He had practiced the confession dozens of times, but ultimately decided he was going to wing it with the help of his only guy friend, Max. Max had already confessed his love to dozens of guys, including Carlo. Max ...

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“Glass” by Bro Yaboi

The cracked glass stared back at me. I didn't think about who'd broken it, I didn't care. It was a bad mirror anyway. But I couldn't stop staring. She stared back at me, that girl with the shattered face. She seemed to be trying to show some sort of emotion but it leaked out between the glass shards. I could almost feel those feelings enter me. I needed to leave this place,...

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“Schläft.” by Bro Yaboi

Schläft. Sleep. She heard the call as she closed her eyes, drifting into a heavy sleep. Tiredness- the kind that sinks into your bones and glues you between your sheets like jelly on a sandwich. She pulled her stuffed doll toward her and let herself go. As she floated off into sleep she felt a world of dreams surround her and found herself on a rainy street with nothing around her. T...

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“I Do” by Bro Yaboi

"Just say it," you silently reminded yourself. You knew you'd regret it if you didn't. "I do." Or maybe you'd regret it if you did. Charles was always good to you from the moment you met him. He held the door open, he paid for meals when you went on dates. Why, on the day he'd asked to marry you he brought you so many gifts you almost couldn't handle it. He was perfect, or so you thought....

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“Sleepy Sally ” by Bro Yaboi

Sally was tired, she wasn't sure what she was saying, thinking, or doing. As many of us know, when you are this tired you often stop filtering your interactions with other people. Such a problem was currently ailing Sally. Sally tried her best to be interesting and noticeable. Most of the time she was able to keep her mouth shut at the right time (when her funny outbursts began to be concerning instead of endearing). However, this time, she was unable to filter and continued talking. She had been meaning to make a joke when ...

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“Spring In My Step” by Bro Yaboi

I'm kind of bored, why did I come on this walk anyway? I guess I can just turn around and go home, but I don't really feel like going back. My legs are feeling good and I haven't been out in soooo long. What's that smell? It reminds me of camping...but it's not a campfire or something like that. It's too rainy. Rain! Of course! I love the rain. I miss rainy campouts from last summer. They were so good. I miss my friends. They were also very good. I should call them. But not right now. Right now I want to keep walking but also that sme...

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“Burial Boy” by Bro Yaboi

Leve felt his head heavy with a dream. He saw cakes and tapestries filling a royally rich room, music and light dancing between the ceiling and walls. The floor was covered with a soft carpet, comfortable enough to lay down and rest on. The beautiful archways and golden decorations lit up against the candlelight flickering against the lavish and lush lavender walls. He was content to live here in luxury, never having to work another day in-

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“Money” by Bro Yaboi

“I don’t know what I’m supposed to do with this letter!” I give him the letter anyway, I’m so excited to see the looks on their faces as my games begin. Jerry, the announcer, has no idea what’s going on but he keeps doing whatever I tell him to. I paid for his wife to have surgery to live, he had to do what I say. The envelope in his hand was stained on the edges with coffee and folded in random places.

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“Conscience” by Bro Yaboi

I feel the cold walls all around me, the hard bench behind my back. The little light that could come into the box doesn’t, it’s smartly avoiding the damp containment. An icy voice keeps calling into my cell, but I don’t hear it anymore. I know what it’s saying. How could I forget? My mind wanders back and...

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I like to write bois