CARLOS MANUEL EUSOYA

Author on Reedsy Prompts since May, 2020

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“Leap and Fall” by CARLOS MANUEL EUSOYA

Submitted to Contest #49

    They say fall is a season of harvest. That’s right. He did harvest loss of friendship and anxiety.     The flattened leaves soaring in the free tangerine atmosphere become entwined with the oak twigs, their tangling noticeable by bikers under the autumn park. The gold glimmers at the sun's genuine gaze, paving the path for a radiating season. Dozen tourists, local and out of town alike, host pilgrimages to this karat safari, with silent desires of indulging in the concealed abyss of nostalgia. ...

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“The Human Hero” by CARLOS MANUEL EUSOYA

Submitted to Contest #48

On Sunday, the weary man who had difficulty in selling his vast basket of cherry apples, tangerine oranges, and cyan blueberries, was surprised to see a single buyer purchasing all of the fruits, and paid extra.The woman who could not propel her homemade ice cream cart because a creaking wheel snuck onto a broken pavement became shocked the moment a teenager helped her push the pivot out.The gardener, who wanted to spend time with his newborn child but was stuck on watering duty, turned wide-eyed as the high schooler who surely still had hom...

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“Last Words” by CARLOS MANUEL EUSOYA

Submitted to Contest #47

The very ground trembled as if a discord shockwave penetrated its alloy core. Lava spewed from the crust cracks, once rigid, now as brittle as a soft eggshell. Molten peridotite leak from the astenosphere, almost burning your sock to embers. For the last time, you're fashionably late.This isn't a tale of how the planet ended. It's of how your prudence did.You should have known better than jog your way back. You could have galloped like a hungry Australian kangaroo. Or rode an operational vehicle. Like the cyan sports car you bought last week...

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“The Writer's Crush” by CARLOS MANUEL EUSOYA

Submitted to Contest #46

"We've got a multitude of lessons to learn." I straightened my stance and fixated this brilliant head of mine to the blonde girl who was completely uneducated, or if you accept a harsher term, illiterate. She did not know a single idea, let the slightest, about the convoluted decrees of subject-verb agreement or the abstruse definitions of logical fallacies. Instead she preoccupied her standards with this lingo, something abhorred by a whiz writer of classic, which just happens to be me."Perhaps we will not scrutinize linguistics anymore. No...

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“Disease” by CARLOS MANUEL EUSOYA

Submitted to Contest #44

Madrid had been a ghost town for 12 straight weeks. Today was the 21st of the month of snow, yet no one seemed to bother. The pebble-walled houses had no wreaths of any design. Not a single admirer whistled at the sight of the ladies' fur trim winter coats, their oxford boots, or large purple French-fusion hats. The men, who usually walked with pride and canes, did not light a cigar. They paced faster than usual and covered their smoke-tinted mouths with a white mask.The flu had been killing everything these times. The garbage collection, th...

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“What's Worth Saving” by CARLOS MANUEL EUSOYA

Submitted to Contest #42

He unfastened his seat belt and dashed out of the door, surveying a safe route. He saw gusts of fumes exiting from the wrecked engine flurrying through the air. A coconut tree trinket was ensnared by the conflagration. It was leaking everywhere, not with potable water, but combustible propane gas. Worst, a bullet lied still on the ground a meter away from his private vehicle.What happened to my car, happened to the world.Johnson was like any other human. He is rational and blessed with a conscience. He conducts proper etiquette and is person...

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“See with the Eye” by CARLOS MANUEL EUSOYA

Submitted to Contest #41

“Tell me a story, okaasan.”“Not a long time ago, a man lived happily with his dog Hachiko. They loved each other; the dog was more compassionate towards him than any companion could be. And when the man died, the dog stayed at the train station, awaiting his return.”“How long did he wait, Mom?”“Nine years.”“How come he never left? Didn’t he get tired?”“It was more than a partnership. It was love.”“Can animals love?”“Yes, Miko.”“How? Because they have hearts?”“Love does not come from the heart, nor the brain. It starts here.” Mom traced the w...

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