Cristina Ochoa

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jul, 2024

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7 Stories

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“Fancy Nancy” by Cristina Ochoa

Submitted to Contest #272

Nancy loved chicken salad, which was odd for an eight-year-old. Most people she knew her age did not like chicken, much less salad, but here she was—sitting at her kitchen table eating chicken salad. She had prepared it herself. Well, not entirely by herself. Her mother had roasted the chicken, after plucking and draining it the day before. Her older brother Mick had fed the chicken nearly every day since birth. Her father had gently ushered the chicken into its next phase of life. Nancy could take some credit for it, though. As soon as thei...

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“How to Bear the Heat” by Cristina Ochoa

Submitted to Contest #262

Christine was sitting on her front lawn waiting for the ice cream truck. She had been waiting in the sweltering heat for over twenty minutes. Thirty minutes earlier, Christine had been inside with her mother and little brother Thomas reading her most recent library acquisition—The Giver. She had just realized that Jonas, the main character, could still see color when she heard the ice cream truck’s signature song. She sat for a few minutes in her favorite chair to gauge how far away it still was. She calculated close to two miles, but with t...

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“Gregoria the Grateful” by Cristina Ochoa

Submitted to Contest #261

“No, I refuse. I simply refuse.” Gregoria said as she paced her bedroom. “I have absolutely no desire to write down what it is I am grateful for. How on earth am I supposed to know how to do that?”“Sweetheart, please. Come sit down.” Gregoria’s mother patted the soft quilt she had stitched together for her the previous Christmas. Mother hoped that patting the quilt might give Gregoria some clue as to where to start to be grateful. When Gregoria had opened the present, she had squealed and squirmed, wrapping the quilt around her and running a...

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“Max & Walter” by Cristina Ochoa

Submitted to Contest #261

“Shmmmenah, hummenah.”Scribble scribble.“Blast it, gnast it.”Scribble scribble.“For the love of—knock me sideways with a feather and tickle my nose! That’s it.”Walter was hunched over the small table in his kitchen, scribbling away on his pad of paper.He had been sitting in that same spot for over an hour—not moving, not eating—trying to find the best words to thank his gardener. Well, he wasn’t his gardener, per se, but rather the young man who came by to take care of his garden every five days or so. Walter knew it was an odd request when ...

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“Lost in Translation” by Cristina Ochoa

Submitted to Contest #261

Tiny slips of paper passed back and forth through the slender gap in the door frame at 2323 Barnaby Lane.“Thank you.”“No, thank you.”“No, really, thank you.”“Please, thank you.”“No, I insist, thank you.”“No, really I insist, thank you.”This contest of credits had been passing back and forth for over an hour—a steady stream of compliments and gratitude. The appreciation and acknowledgements were beginning to get out of hand. Francis knew that, but he couldn’t help himself. How else could he repay Rachel for what she had given him?Rachel felt ...

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“Dear John” by Cristina Ochoa

Submitted to Contest #260

Everyone thinks my head is always in the clouds just because my mind is on the stars, but they’re wrong. My mind is on the stars because they hold the truth. They are the diary of our past, and they tell the story of our future. Plus, they have a front row seat to our present. They see everything. From their perspective, all is known. So while most everyone else has their head pointed down on a screen these days, I have my eyes locked up on the stars. My father always said, “Look up son, or you’ll never know what you’re missing.” I know he s...

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“Cafe con Leche” by Cristina Ochoa

Submitted to Contest #260

Café con leche, yo quiero pasar                          Por un parquecito en la capitalYo quiero beber, yo quiero comprar— —me un cafecito en la capital “Again, Mommy, again!” Bebe clapped her hands. “Again! Again!”“Ok baby, but first, you have to tell me something.”Bebe looked up at her mother and nodded. “What is it, Mommy?”“You have to tell me what your most favorite thing in the whole wide world is.”Bebe look...

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