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Eliséo Reál

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Apr, 2025

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To Purge the House of Mammon

Submitted to Contest #315

[Be Advised: This work contains depictions of physical violence, gore, and self-harm.] To: Braydon.Overmeier@GFBD.com 8/09/25 10:27 AM Hey Braydon, just wanted to check in with you. You haven’t been returning my calls of late. I realize that it may have been hasty sending you to Dubai solo, but I really thought you were ready for this promotion. I hope you reach out. I’m not saying this as a businessman; just as your friend. I promise that I will make it up to you soon. Sincerely, Paul Duchard To: Braydon.Overmeier@GFBD.com 8/15/25 1:43 PM...

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Moonbreaker

This story is passed across the fields and grazing lanes. It has been told to many generations and is as timeless as the thundering of the herd. It is my burden to tell this tale, as it is my curse to be the last to wear the slaver’s mask. It may be the final time I tie the story bag on, as I am reaching the last of my years; soon to be my time to lie in the grasslands with those that came before. I speak of the time of the Great Freedom, of The Migration and the one who led us here. This is the story of the one called Moonbreaker. He was...

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A World Asunder

Submitted to Contest #308

Gaea bled chlorophyll. Of all of the gods and creatures, she was the only one to let life live on her body, and she paid for it. They cut her hair as firewood for warmth and drank her tears as she cried. When they dug into the soil of her skin, they broke her bones for the crude oil marrow hidden within. And as the world broke her only rule, to only take what you need and replace for those that come after you, she painfully called for her death. No one answered her. It wasn't until they reached for her geo-thermal heart that she considered t...

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Elijah's Chariot P2

“I don’t understand. What are you saving us from?” Brycen‘s sister Angie was trembling, whether from the cool of the early morning or their father’s lifeless corpse, he couldn’t tell. “I’m sorry; I’m not trying to scare you, little pup. Come here.” Arms outstretched, Brycen clung as best as he could to the room’s shadows. Angie swiftly stepped into his arms and cried softly. “There, there big girl. It’s okay.” Brycen patted her head with one hand and held her close with the other. Angie was normally a very brave girl, but she knew something ...

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A Trade for Sleep

Submitted to Contest #307

*Trigger Warning: brief mention of SIDS My sleep paralysis demon is a rubber duck. It is not some unholy spawn with an assortment of appendages and mouths too terrible and numerous to describe; just a rubber bath toy. The whole ridiculous story began after a drowning scare at the public pool at age 6. For the next year, I refused to get in the tub with as much force and kicking tantrums as I could muster; three hundred and sixty five days of dead skin crusting hard on my ankles and a layer of grime covering my body Pigpen would be proud of. ...

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Illicit Enchantment

Submitted to Contest #303

She couldn’t explain it, but Veeran Baurchand had always felt at home smelling the must of parchment, the resinous licorice of inkwells, candles long-burning, and the earthy scent of wet stone. As unnerving as it was to most, Veeran was entranced by the collection of all four scents in the records room of the Cheroux Cemetery. She was at peace despite a nagging inclination, the need to know and the sheer joy of discovery drove her ever-forward on every project, this one in particular.Veeran pulled her glasses from her face and carefully wipe...

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Elijah's Chariot

Submitted to Contest #301

They say the thing you feel most is the chill. It is an alien sensation, like someone pouring ice-water directly into the spine. Brycen Ford would disagree. It feels like the simultaneous loss and growth of a new limb; the bodily knowledge that something has changed but feeling that distinct emptiness only those with amputated limbs or phantom pains from childbearing could quantify. It is a solitary and unfamiliar sense, that toes the line between rational and insane.Honestly, what would one expect when placing an ES-Port in at the base of y...

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