Elena S. Kodermaz

Author on Reedsy Prompts since May, 2020

Stories (10)

10 Stories

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“Ragdoll” by Elena S. Kodermaz

Submitted to Contest #61

1915 “Magda, they are going to kill me.” “Mario ssh, Agata will hear you.” Magda stopped her husband before he could stutter another word. She continued buttoning his thick gray uniform and licked the rare salty tear that had glided on her upper lip. Agata was indeed eavesdropping from the narrow and misty corridor that led downstairs. It was 1915, she was six years old and her papà was going to war. War. In the words of adults, war sounded like a tropical place, yet she knew that her dad wasn’t going faraway. Troops ca...

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“The Man from the Sky” by Elena S. Kodermaz

Submitted to Contest #56

The grim day when her father left the household to buy cigarettes and never came back, was the moment that convinced ten-year-old Glenda to give up every expectation on love. Her mother had cried and drank for countless days until she became too wasted to be a decent parent. Rumors run through town faster than electricity on copper wires and, even among her peers, she became the rejected daughter and the alcoholic’s kid. It was only a matter of time. Said one. I always thought she was a whore. Poor little girl left with such a mot...

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“Back to the beginning” by Elena S. Kodermaz

Submitted to Contest #51

In the beginning, there was only darkness and me. Maybe I was darkness. I felt full, omnipresent, powerful but extremely lonely. It was too much to take for a child. I was scared and I didn’t know why I was there. I knew I had the power to create. I felt it run through my veins, felt it at the tips of my fingers, and somehow, I just had to let it out. I guess that’s why I created stars and planets, to brighten my days. But then. I wanted more because Stars were silent and I had ears. I created a world with the s...

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“A memory for life” by Elena S. Kodermaz

Submitted to Contest #50

“So, I heard that Gabriel likes you.” Sara’s words leave no space for different interpretations, as we march together the 100 meters that separate our homes to that of our classmate Rosie, who celebrates her tenth birthday today. “Marybel and Gabriel are getting married. Someone’s looking harried. They are having many babies…” she sings as a mock towards my red cheeks. “Sara stop! We’re 10, nobody is gonna marry anyone.” Sara frowns. Her porcelain complexion darkens, and she sizes me with a look of disgust. She always does that when so...

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“Early pains” by Elena S. Kodermaz

Submitted to Contest #49

Eugene and Jules walked into the hospital hand in hand. Despite their young age, 30 and 32, it had been extremely hard for Jules to get pregnant and when the test resulted positive, they just couldn’t believe their eyes. So, there they were, ready for the first check with the gynecologist and eager to hear their baby’s heartbeat. When they sat in the waiting room, Jules looked at Eugene with the corner of her eye. He simply loved babies and had that particular fatherly gene. On the other hand, she was motherly to cats and animals, but not wi...

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“You are enough” by Elena S. Kodermaz

Submitted to Contest #47

Everything that you have done in the past three years built up to this moment.You stare at the white door in front of you, breathe deeply, and brace yourself for the show.One last time you check the time. Perfect. As intended, you've arrived fashionably late.You actually spent a lot of time thinking about the right amount of late you wanted to have before showing up. Even that was not to be left to intentions.Fact is, that your cheater of an ex S. is right on the other side of the door, drinking a beer and enjoying the party for your common ...

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“The Hut” by Elena S. Kodermaz

Submitted to Contest #46

All I wanted was readers. I’m a writer, whatever that word means, but I have no credited readers. I have no way of knowing whether I have any writing skills or if I’m just a man who likes to be cuddled by the magic that the word "writer" brings. I started writing when I was very young, and I spent a good deal of my teenage years preferring the company of books to that of human beings. When I stepped into the university, I had already written a book and was on my way to conclude my second novel. Writing and being published was my number o...

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“Good morning. Goodbye.” by Elena S. Kodermaz

Submitted to Contest #44

“Good Morning. Goodbye.” he whispers and lets Wild Horses by Rolling Stones take his place. For a moment he stops, closes his eyes, and lets music cuddle him. Afterward, he hangs the headphones on the microphone in front of him and winks at the sound supervisor behind the fingerprinted glass.“Great job as usual Dan.” Says the young new lever as Dan walks out of the recording area.“Bye Jack.” Dan smiles warmly, the boy always greets him this way out of politeness. In reality, he only listens to his radio show for the last half-hour,...

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“A call from the past” by Elena S. Kodermaz

Submitted to Contest #43

“Anything else I might wanna know?”“Nothing that I can think of. The house belonged to a very old lady, a writer. She died a couple of years ago, at 110, in her bedroom upstairs. The property has been vacant since, but we have no records of ghost sightings. The heirs simply took their long time to decide what to do.”My mom nods and I cling to her hand firmly, as a shiver travels down my spine.“I think the house is just perfect for Brandon and me. I’ll take it.”The real estate agent smiles widely while I hold even tighter my mother’s shirt’s ...

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“The bastards and the bird” by Elena S. Kodermaz

Submitted to Contest #42

Those bloody bastards are going to be furious.Murphy realized while he proudly screened the room with half-closed eyes and gazed at the mess he had created. He licked his lips and tasted the iron-taste of blood. The salty and mouthwatering flavor that he had longed for all his imprisonment years.The chaos was only a side effect and it did not diminish his glory.He glided down the stairs one step at a time, smooth and shimmering as a velvet offcut, and patrolled the living room.On the left, Janet’s beloved ochre flowered sofa was still intact...

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Author bio

My name is Elena and I love writing. I work as a Marketing & Communication Associate for a medical device company and In my daily job I do write a lot. I wrote two books but I’ve never been published and I struggle so much to find trust-worthy readers that I sometimes wonder if I can write at all. Italian is my mother tongue but English is the language of my heart❤️