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Chris Cancilla

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Apr, 2024

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My Friend, Matilda

Submitted to Contest #291

She did it!But I’m getting ahead of myself. This all started when Sadie moved into a new home. 25 years old, a nice car, a new house, and a cat. She liked cats. They are self-sufficient but, at the same time, loving balls of fluff and affection. Her cat was always with her and followed her from room to room. Her cat, Matilda, was also her best friend. Not just words, they really were friends. They talked to each other and slept together.Moving into the house and setting it up was seriously the first adult thing she ever did. She got the hous...

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New Friends, Old Problem!

Submitted to Contest #289

Ruby was scared and nervous. She entered the ladies’ room and had no idea what to do. This guy she met, the one that was so damn cute, started sending up red flags and flares. She needed to get out of there.She was standing at the sink, looking in a mirror at herself. Pretty upset at the fact she let it go this far. But he was just so cute!She did not notice someone come in and go into a stall. A minute or two later, the woman used the sink. They made eye contact.“What’s wrong, girl? You look scared to death and all mad at the same time.”&nb...

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Event of the Century

Submitted to Contest #288

Matilda Baker sat in her living room reading. She loved to read. But her eye started hurting a bit. She closed her book, marking it with the $20 she used to reward the completion of a book with dinner. Standing, she almost fell. She was a little off balance for some reason. She sat back on the comfy chair and closed her eyes momentarily. She had to be somewhere in a few hours, a charity event for the library. Thirty minutes later, she opened her eyes. She felt like she just jumped forward in time. Did she fall asleep? No, she does remember t...

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June and Matt

Submitted to Contest #287

“Hold me!” June said, sobbing, shaking.Matt opened his arms, and June entered the safe space. He wrapped his warm, loving arms around her like a heated, weighted blanket. She was still crying but felt better. He was taller than her and broader, so her arms would wrap around him, but not at the moment. June had her arms folded under her, and her head rested in the center of Matt’s chest as they stood on the side of the road. It was a well-known place of comfort. It has always been a place she has felt safe for as long as she can remember...

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NOVA 3000

Submitted to Contest #287

I drink coffee all day, maybe too much, but I can enjoy a good cup of tea in the evening. Honest-to-goodness tea, real tea, the type that looks like twigs! But with flavor. I’m not talking about those bags in a box, mind you. But I do keep a few around the house for emergencies. We visited a few historic places on a recent vacation to Jamestown, and I picked up a few loose teas. I have a little left and I savor the flavor. My go-to tea is Earl Gray, a black tea that is very flavorful. A close second is Lady Gray. Lately, I have found that si...

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The Book

Submitted to Contest #286

“There are few things in life that can bring you closer to your personal history,” Thomas Buckeye told the class. He picked up a book of poetry and held it high. Every member of the class stared at the book.“This has been passed down in my family since it was published in 1773. I would love to say the author, Phillis Wheatley, was a relative or at least a part of my lineage, but the only relation to me was the fact we shared a heart.”Thom paused briefly and continued, “Who enjoys reading poetry?”Half the class raised a hand, a few tentativel...

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Solar FlashOut

Submitted to Contest #285

Benjamin Jensen sat in the middle of the woods. The snow silently fell around him, and on him for that matter. He had a cup of coffee with some whiskey added for flavor. The January campout was going well, and he volunteered to stay at the site and keep the fire going. The temp was warm and toasty at zero degrees. However, he was adequately dressed and properly fed, and with his beverage, he was happy.As he looked into the forest behind the campsite, he saw fog. “Snow fog, interesting.”He stood and dropped more wood on the fire so it stayed ...

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One Good Turn

Submitted to Contest #284

As I walked into the restaurant, the aromas attacked my nose. I smelled various meats, fish, and fried foods in this place. Man, it reminds me of home. My Mom and aunts cook the traditional Christmas Dinner, or more specifically, closer to my heart is dinner on Christmas Eve. I left home two days ago and was assigned this tiny spec of a base in the Midwest. I do not know anyone. I barely know the people I work with. I only met one person, and they are on leave till after the new year. The term skeleton crew is a severe understatement at...

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Star - Light

Submitted to Contest #282

Bizzy woke up like she did each and every morning for the past twenty-two years. She threw on a robe to cover her body, went to the kitchen, and made a coffee. She set it up the night before as she always did. It’s ready for her when she begins her day.Pouring a cup and splashing in a bit of vanilla creamer, she stood in front of the great window in the living room. Her apartment is on the forty-sixth floor of her building. The top level. She had secured the apartment higher than any surrounding apartments available twenty-two years ago toda...

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The Plea

Submitted to Contest #282

I cannot begin to tell you just how sorry I am. I grieve deeply every time I remember the event that removed my friend from the face of this planet. I fully understand that the situation was avoidable, but those involved would not let it be; you pushed and pushed, and finally, you killed my friend.Your honor. Thank you for allowing me to address the court before sentencing. I hope my words make an impression on those listening. Sadie lived through some horrific events in her life. Bone cancer, amputation, and the recent loss of both her pare...

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The Garage

Submitted to Contest #274

Maria and Carmen DiLilliano had some friends over. They were contacting the dead and wanting to speak to an old friend who recently passed, using a trumpet. They frequently held a séance in their home for various purposes and usually met their goals. Sal, their grandson, was spending the night at their house, and they put him to bed maybe a little earlier than usual. It is not his time yet to learn of these things. He had heard them talking about the cone or the trumpet before but never ventured to see what was happening. However, he got out...

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