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Author on Reedsy Prompts since Aug, 2020
Submitted to Contest #156
My wife always thought that something utterly supernatural happened after her mother’s funeral. She always tried to convince us, telling her story with every chance; over and over. Until we couldn’t listen; we hadn’t seen anything. Salem and I hadn't at least. I am not sure about her sister. In any case, Violeta never got her sister to admit that she saw something strange or different.Once she got close to getting her admit it. It was a summer’s evening. We used to spend summers in her country. Especially after her parents passed away, we’d ...
Submitted to Contest #106
About DescriptionsThe first time I tried to write, it occurred to me that despite my strong conviction that I am a writer, I could not describe an object; anything at all. All I could do was replace simple words for fancier words; but let’s not fool ourselves. That's a trick, not writing. Say, for example, that I have imagined an object. The object lives nowhere but in my imagination and I am thus, the only being having knowledge of the existence of the said object; of its properties, its looks, its functions. A description would t...
Submitted to Contest #56
MargaritaMargarita walked in the nightclub. Margarita looked around for her date. G.K was to wear a blue tie. That's what she typed under 'identification feature'. Margarita liked the colour blue; but all blues are not the same. The shade and tone he 'd choose (she thought) would carry useful information. She was convinced that a little detail such as ‘vividness’ of the chosen shade could reveal much about his state of mind. For example, electric blue equals passion and liveliness which means he’d be up for anything. Baby blue, on ...
Submitted to Contest #55
- It was one of those nights. You know, when you are not sure where blinking has taken you… like time after time? For a fragment of time after my eyes opened, (at such an hour there exists no time-count) I felt reluctant to look over the place around me. You stare at me baffled but you are still patient. My vision is blurry but I can distinguish your great red eyes that almost scare me. This is the investigatory glance of our mother. I decide to keep telling you whatever I remember. Short breath.- I woke up thirsty; it h...
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