Dominic Gnardihos

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Aug, 2020

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“The Storykeeper” by Dominic Gnardihos

All young ones were curious about the upworld. Everyone knew this. Forbidding them to go was foolish. This was also known.  The first time I went up I was very young. I believe it was not long after my fiftieth moon. The light of that world dazzled my eyes. The moon shone on me, filling me with the power of the upworld, changing my body to a slender, fragile, beautiful thing. I had to shake my head free of the fur covering my eyes, making rivulets of the salt water flow like tears into my eyes and down my cheeks.  Then I breathed...

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“Biscuits” by Dominic Gnardihos

Submitted to Contest #100

I don't turn on the radio when I drive. I don't listen to books or podcasts. There are some things I might like to hear to help wile away the time and make it more pleasant. Instead I sit in silence. My thoughts are all I hear. Some days it might be better to listen to the radio, to hear the bland and cloyingly gaudy pop come from my crystal clear speakers that probably cost me an extra few hundred. Some days anything is preferable to silence. But I've found silence has a voice. Silence speaks. I try to listen. Even if what it says is the op...

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“Old Dreams” by Dominic Gnardihos

Submitted to Contest #99

I was in a dreamy state of mind. Almost dreaming. Overly warm. The sun had left its mark on me, though I did not ask for it. The heat moved between the top layers of my skin. My thoughts floated lazily through the darkness before colliding in slow motion with a dull flash in blue and white. It was then that I heard the tapping. A sudden fear jolted me halfway from my semi unconscious state and I grappled sluggishly with wakefulness for a few moments. I strained my eyes and was rewarded with a bit of moonlight lying around on the floor, left ...

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Author bio

Two people are already following me and I haven’t posted anything. Why is that? I am interesting enough, I supposed. I certainly consider myself interesting. I have done nothing and yet also much. I have lived and I have loved and I have lost. When I was young I thought I would never learn to read. And then I was wrong. And I read. And read. Tolkien stood out to me for many years. I am still more fond of his works than many others. He gave me my love of fantasy; the beloved intricacies of an alternate world, beautiful in its sparkling whole. I am making my own now. People now fly through my mind, letting me caress their soft bodies, fetuslike in the warm void. They are dancing. One day I shall bring them to birth. Then they shall live. I await that day with anticipation.