Efrat Rosen

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Sep, 2019

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“My journey to Rahat” by Efrat Rosen

Before I begin my story, I should introduce myself. My name is Jamil, which means pretty, and I am a camel. I was born in Bedouin tent encampment in the south of Israel, and that's why I have such a name. Until not long ago, I lived with a nice family which used my services... until they decided to move to Rahat city. They were sure I'd be able to live in the desert, just because I'm a camel. How arrogant! So one day, they were just gone as though they were never there! Without even saying goodbye! How cruel of them! and ...

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“It's been a little too fast” by Efrat Rosen

He woke up, in the middle of the street. He felt like he slept for hours. He didn't know what happened, and didn't even bother to think. Adam just stood up, and started to go home. After few minutes of walking he heard steps rushing to his direction. He looked back and saw 5 men wearing weird clothes. He didn't know how, but Adam knew they ran after him. Maybe because he was the only one there.H...

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“The day my life changed” by Efrat Rosen

November 11th, 2575"I can't believe I'm late…" I murmured as I tried to walk as fast as I could with my heels.I stopped myself before a red light. I wanted to scream for it to change. Just when it turned green, someone bumped me."Hey, watch where you're….!" The youngster in front of me looked angry, but…For some reason, he stopped the sentence. I wanted to punch him."Aren't you the one who should be apologizing?" I told him."Wait a minute…" he looked conf...

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“Home sweet home” by Efrat Rosen

And here I am again. It's being 13 years since the last time I was here. It's almost as I nothing changed. But this time, by my side was my husband, Dror.13 years ago, we bought another house and rented this one. As I told my mother I am pregnant, she told I could go living there if I wish too, as the renting contract of the current residents is about to end in three months, and they have no interest staying there.As I looked about the house of my childhood, I couldn't but wonder what made them leave it. Well, I knew why we ...

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“The Best of The Worst” by Efrat Rosen

It is a moonless night. I knock on the front door of a customer, dressed in a black and red dress. The door is opened with a loud squeak."My beautiful Carmen, welcome to my humble house.""Hello, Bambino." I stretch my hand on the doorpost while sticking my hip to it.Bambino, ha? There is nothing cute about him. His potbelly which exceeded any pregnant woman, his white long-neglected beard. No surprise he is all by himself at the age of 40.It isn't supposed to be fun with him as with all th...

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“A day off” by Efrat Rosen

Finally, I took a free day from work, m My husband is with the girl. Now there's no way anyone is going to disrupt! I'm going to reach my 5000 words today!Come on! You just need to write the first word! Come on, girl! Oh, I know…! Damn, this phone."Hello?" I don't even try to hide my anger."Hey, sweetheart." My lovely husband."What is it?""Well, Queen of ice, we have a problem.""Well, the first on my planning to kill list, what is the trouble?""You see, Anna is being stubborn.""And t...

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“The First Murderer” by Efrat Rosen

"Abel!" I held firmly the arm of my brother as I got him a hundred steps or so away from our tent. "For heaven's sake, how did your sheep got to MY crops?!""Why are you blaming me for that?" He pulled his hand back "Father...""Don't Father me. I saw how he went into the tent, limping. And that was at noon. It's sunset now. And I'll tell you what, by that time, my crops were totally fine.""Well, my sheep also need to eat, you know.""Oh, dear me, how could I think they are able to live with just eating grass? Wai...

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“My devilish love” by Efrat Rosen

The more I think of her, the more I yearn for her. When she isn't by my side, I can't but see her even then. But when she is… oh, it's always much more perfect than my wildest imagination. And here she is, at my house, a glass of wine in her hands."Morgan, what you doing here, my dear?""Your stupid roommate is late again," she moves the glass in circles "Would you like to accompany, my darling?""Of course." I sat at the...

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