Dori O’Sullivan

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Sep, 2020

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“In This Dying Light” by Dori O’Sullivan

Submitted to Contest #60

When we stopped looking, the gods started dying. It was a quiet fall, one centuries in the making, and no one noticed until it paved the way for the apocalypse. Here, the snowflakes spiral slowly. It’s August, but the lake below us is frozen. The snow is beautiful and terrible in the same ways the gods were. I think we tried to live like them, once. Now, the sun is fading as surely as they are. As surely as we will. “It’s a fire sun,” Jaime says when she looks to the sky, swinging her legs beside me where they dangle over the dock. The...

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“Here, There Are Ghosts” by Dori O’Sullivan

Submitted to Contest #59

When Nick first sees streetlights up ahead, he can’t help but breathe a sigh of relief. His neck is sore, his legs are stiff, and his whole body aches with the need for a soft bed and hot coffee.The rain-soaked pavement glimmers beneath him. As the streets turn to cobblestone closer to town, starlight and streetlights meld together to cast shadows on the red brick buildings. Nick doesn’t notice any of it. He scans the town for a sign of a motel. When he finally sees a neon sign that reads, “Vacancy” in flickering red light, he...

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“Round and Round” by Dori O’Sullivan

Submitted to Contest #59

It was a dark and screaming night.Autumn drove into town under a sky that could’ve put Noah’s ark to shame. She arrived empty-handed but fully capable, thank-you-very-much. She arrived with her hair like fallen leaves and eyes like burning, and she brought with her the shades of sunset. When she arrived, so did the colors.And so did the howling. It came at night to rattle the windows and chill bones. It broke tree branches and slammed doors, and it battered the ancient tree in the town square until its creaking could be heard all throug...

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“Fade To Black” by Dori O’Sullivan

Raphael has been living between the lines for decades. He used to be better at compartmentalizing. He used to see the stars and feel the lightyears between humanity and divinity and know where he stood. Even when he stopped serving Heaven, when he chose family over faith, he understood something inside of him would always belong to things holier than himself. These days, though, he dances across the lines he once drew, blurring them with every reckless choice and recalcitrant hope. He takes a step forward, and he can sleep through the ...

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