Ela Mikh

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jun, 2022

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22 Stories

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“Sensory Memory” by Ela Mikh

Submitted to Contest #218

Smoke.I smell smoke.My head is heavy, my eyes refuse to open. I’m still in a deep, heavy sleep. Sleep. Is it sleep or a nightmare, how can I tell for sure? The smell of smoke is getting stronger, I can taste it now on my lips. I’m struggling to swallow and it travels to the tip of my tongue, tingling for a bit before it disappears down my dry throat. Now, the taste on my lips feels more metallic. I read somewhere that it happens after inhaling a lot of smoke. The smell intensifies and my brain becomes more alert. It rushes t...

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“Feelings Are Natural” by Ela Mikh

Submitted to Contest #213

Eric couldn’t recall when was the first time he saw her. The new studies were rigid, the internship was even more challenging. In his opinion, they really shouldn’t have called it an internship when it required him to work late daily, into the night for just room and board. Some time ago, when he was just a stage one scholar, he studied the history of slavery on Earth. In short, Eric was certain that this is exactly what...

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“Amelia’s Party” by Ela Mikh

Submitted to Contest #211

The peacefulness of a perfect Sunday morning was rippled by the sounds of the large tracks driving through the sleepy community. The revving motors passed tree-lined streets waking up the neighbors and leaving a cloud of unpleasant dust behind the heavy cars. The trucks didn’t calm down until they reached the cul-de-sac at the end of the main street and got lost behind the massive gates. “Another sucker,” sighed a...

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“The Story of Num ” by Ela Mikh

Submitted to Contest #209

“Who is that man?” a high-pitched childish voice sounded unusually loud behind me. “He looks so weird!”    Curiosity took over and I turned around to check out the “weird man” but there was no one behind me. Instead, I met a pair of bright brown eyes that were looking at me with a mix of fear and inquisitiveness out of the window of a large station wagon. The car looked kind of retro but that wasn't what caught my...

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“Fifteen Boxes” by Ela Mikh

Submitted to Contest #208

There is a theory about people who are uprooted at an early age and continue to wander around the world in search of their roots. Nothing feels like home to them, so they move from place to place eager to happen upon that one spot that feels comfortably familiar where they can finally pause to take a breather, maybe look around for the first time in years to realize that another world exists around their internal univers...

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“One of Us” by Ela Mikh

Submitted to Contest #205

Monday “I don’t want to hear another word. This is not appropriate behavior for a young witch who is about to go through a Ceremony of Maturity.” “I don’t care! This is an old barbaric ritual that no one should be forced to do in today’s day and age. I’m almost fifteen! I should be able to choose what I want to do with my life. And no one told me it’s this Friday, I already have pl...

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“Equally Different ” by Ela Mikh

Submitted to Contest #202

VeronicaThey always said she was special. She could feel that people treated her differently since she was very young but it became a habit so she didn’t pay much attention to that phenomenon. Her parents were ready to put her on a pedestal. True, she was a late child to a couple who adored each other for nearly twenty years before her arrival. They gave up any hope of having kids when Veronica (or Roni) came along.The first time she stunned her parents was when she was ten months old. She pulled up next to the bright stri...

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“G+G” by Ela Mikh

Submitted to Contest #186

“What the hell are you doing here?!”“What do you mean? I was sent here by…”“For God’s sake, I know who sent you. I’m familiar with how resources get assigned! I’m asking what you are doing HERE! You knew that I’d been working on this site for the last nine months!”“Gracey, we need to…”“No, we don’t! After what you did last time, I had no interest in seeing you ever again.”“Well, then it’s a good thing you can’t see my face. Just keep your eyes on the surroundings and the map.”“Do you think it’s fu...

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“Two Weeks Since” by Ela Mikh

Submitted to Contest #186

It’s been two weeks…Since I heard the sound of your voice. I remember the very first time I heard it. It sounded high but confident. It made me fall in love with you at the very first note because back then it felt like you weren’t speaking, you were singing. And you thought you were so fearless that everyone around you will know how tough you are and respect you for it. But there were times when we could enjoy just talking together. In that soft singy-songy voice of yours, you would tell me about your day or th...

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“A way out” by Ela Mikh

Submitted to Contest #181

I’m so unbelievably fucked!I looked around in hopes of finding an out but there was none. Under other circumstances, I would have been in awe of the scenery around me. The landscape that stretched in every direction was covered in yellowish wildflowers which emitted a slightly sweet smell. Lazy bees were circling them slowly, clearly not too keen on working hard when there was such an abundance of supplies. A little further down the road, one could spot some short desert-looking trees which are so common in Southern Califo...

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“My Isaak” by Ela Mikh

Submitted to Contest #173

Obsession - is that good or bad? There is a different school of thought on that. Let’s discuss it for a moment. On one hand, people with obsession can be perceived as passionate, caring, and possibly even talented. Someone who’s refusing to give up on whatever item or topic that they are obsessing about. In my opinion, these are the people that invented light bulbs, phones, cars, X-ray machines - the list can go o...

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“Hiking of the heart” by Ela Mikh

Submitted to Contest #171

My childhood friend Lina always hiked alone. In rare times, when she mentioned her excursions, it seemed that she’s been on every hike known to man. She was a member of all available clubs and recreational stores and seemed to have a tan on her serious face even in the winter. She would show up on our doorstep unexpectedly, approximately every four-five months. Our kids would greet her with a loud shrill unceremoniously digging into her old backup which always hid new treasures.My daughter is a self-proclaimed tomboy so Lina always...

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“Once upon a time in October” by Ela Mikh

Submitted to Contest #169

Great! Not only did my day start on the wrong note but now there is a black cat sitting in front of me threatening to run across my way as soon as I move from my steps. He’s just sitting there staring with his big greenish eyes, mocking me, daring me. I could almost hear him say “Just take another step, you loser, and you will see what happens to your day or maybe even the rest of the week.” I hate October....

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“Dialog” by Ela Mikh

Submitted to Contest #167

“What a nice day for our walk, right babe? Can you believe it’s almost November and we are still in the high sixties? The sky looks so blue. You know what it reminds me of – the color of your eyes when we were younger! I know, I know, I sound silly when I giggle like a teenager at my age. But I can’t help it. I fell in love with your eyes first… and then everything else. You had such nice long hair, do you remember? I th...

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“Running in circles” by Ela Mikh

Submitted to Contest #166

My dad was famous. I don’t think I really understood what it meant when I was little. He was always surrounded by attention and frequently left for days at a time but so did many other dads in our community. People traveled for work, had meetings, and got home late but around the time I was turning five, I started to realize that my dad was different. When we went to the store, people would stop and talk to him, to shake...

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Author bio

I'm a Ukranian-American Jew. I love books, writing, and the sound of the waves. Any water waves to be exact!