Eleftherios Konstantinidis

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Feb, 2020

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“They Hide in the Walls” by Eleftherios Konstantinidis

Submitted to Contest #239

James felt warm tears rolling down his face as his eyes were fixated on the crumbling building across the street. A two-story house with two pine trees in its yard, which had now also bent in front of the majestic but harsh passage of time. Funny, thought the young man. Funny how an image can contain an entire life within it. A life that was anything but easy for James and his family. He may now have been one of the most recognised artists and undoubtedly the most famous painter in the kingdom, but his journey to this point was filled wit...

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“Trespassers of Dreams” by Eleftherios Konstantinidis

Submitted to Contest #238

Sharah stood in the yard of her house, staring behind the white wooden fence facing the east side of the building. Spread across the pointy edges of the barrier was a massive green valley. Its green grass, as tall as one’s knees, drenched by the golden light of the bright sun standing proud in the middle of the noon sky. To the young woman, it felt as if time had stopped. Or better, time hadn’t existed at all. It was merely a scene, like a long-lost memory, lost in the vastness of time and space, wondering around galaxies distant and unknown...

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“When hearts break” by Eleftherios Konstantinidis

Submitted to Contest #237

Love hurts.I’m not talking about love as an action, but the word itself.Love is a commitment. A promise. It’s a contract between two entities. A contract that can’t be broken. For the consequences are too damaging for a heart to bear.Love seeks response, and if that response never comes, hearts break and tears flow in dark rooms, against pillows that still hold the perfumes of long-lost lovers.Flor never really believed in love. She belonged to this kind of people that find marriage and relationships an inevitable stage to the lives of men a...

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“Secrets” by Eleftherios Konstantinidis

Submitted to Contest #236

He’d just returned from college for summer holidays, and after having dinner and enjoying the company of his parents and younger brother, Harry lay down in his bedroom. He had left his computer and PlayStation 5 back in his apartment in Leeds, where he had moved in September to study Economics at Leeds University. Right away, he felt remorse for leaving them behind, as he realised his parents' house had limited options ...

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“Monster” by Eleftherios Konstantinidis

Submitted to Contest #235

My body’s aching. I have been running for too long. I cannot feel my bare feet touching the ground anymore. My legs and arms are full of wounds from running through the bushes and the tree branches that spread low, naked, and harsh. One of them scratched my face in a rushed moment that I raised my head to grasp a glimpse of the sky. I still managed to see the snow falling so gracefully all around the forest. A moment so serene and graceful that almost made me forget that I’m being chased by the evil throng. Their deep thirst for r...

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“The Season of Aries” by Eleftherios Konstantinidis

Submitted to Contest #234

The only source of light in this eerie background, in a glade lost deep into a forest on the top of the holy mountain, came from the twelve torches held by the young warriors, who formed a wide circle. In the middle of the circle stood the “Wise” as everyone knew them; a group of elders, supporters of the old religion; men and women who had gone through a long and painful journey to preserve the ultimate truth. Through ...

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“Meat-eater” by Eleftherios Konstantinidis

Submitted to Contest #233

It was a cold winter night, and the streets of Soho were almost empty of people. The staff remaining in the stores were hurriedly putting the “closed” signs on, and the lights were gradually being turned off by people who obviously couldn’t wait to return to the cosiness and warmth of their homes. Very soon, the few people left around would be making their way to the nearest bus stops and underground stations. At that moment, Michael realised that he was the only person walking o...

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Author bio

Born and raised in a small town in Greece. Living and working in the UK. My goal is to write like a native English speaker someday, so I can present my work to you in its best possible version.