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Elliot G

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Dec, 2020

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Destino (Fate)

Elliot G

The boy hid discreetly under a wooden table as he watched the woman’s foot intently, awaiting the signal.The tent was dimly lit by a single candle placed upon the centre table, and a cool breeze entered through a small opening in the roof. The room itself was decorated with crystals and carpets, the calming aroma of spices filling the air. The client sat extremely still, his palm open in the hands of the woman as she traced gentle patterns upon it with her own finger, muttering words in an ancient language. Suddenly, she tapped he...

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Let Me Tell You a Story

Elliot G

Submitted to Contest #88

I lay motionless on the firm and cold mattress staring up at the spotted ceiling. It was a revolting sight, full of mould and water-marks, a small crack near the far corner letting a few droplets of water seep through and hit the ground with a small plop! The foul and musty air would occasionally suffocate me, leading to an unpleasant coughing fit, and the lack of sunlight within the room was weakening. I rolled over and sighed, squeezing my eyes shut in despair. Though I had gotten used to the gloomy cell over the past few w...

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His Companion

Elliot G

Submitted to Contest #86

The sun was high in the sky, casting its warmth and gleaming rays onto the early-spring dew. A gentle breeze swayed the leaves tenderly as the birds sang melodically in the newly-blooming trees. Though small patches of muddied snow remained spotted about in the grassy hills of Lancashire, Nature seemed to finally be awakening after a long and frosty hibernation.Down by the stable, a small and sturdy wooden structure, two men stood side-by-side admiring the delightful scenery. “Look, sir!” Exclaimed the shorter one, running t...

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What Lies Buried Must Always be Found

Elliot G

Submitted to Contest #85

1949:The sky was completely dark due to the large and menacing clouds that had rolled in, blocking the sun and refusing to let even the slightest ray of light seep through. Every so often, a sudden and distant flash would illuminate the solemn obscurity, emitting a thrilling crackling noise, sometimes accompanied by a loud and thunderous grumble that emerged from below. Though the storm was not yet near, a strong wind swayed the trees back and forth as a fierce and heavy rain beat down from above, drenching everything within the small rural ...

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Our Garden

Elliot G

Submitted to Contest #78

It felt strange to have somebody else in my garden. It was a rather special and intimate place between only nature and I; but now there was somebody else. I wasn’t angry nor was I scared that he was in my space, it just felt...different. It was a warm and beautiful day. The sun shone down brightly onto my growing plants and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky. The birds shared in the joy, singing sweet melodies that merged and mixed together creating one big masterpiece. It was beautiful.Richard was his name, and I thought that it...

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Yellow Eyes

Elliot G

Submitted to Contest #77

The wind blew violently, whistling loudly through the trees like a howling beast and making the branches sway back and forth at a jerking, uneven pace. The snow fell heavily, being blown around by the powerful gusts of wind, making it impossible to see outside through the blizzard. Everything was a blur from where I stood near the front doors inside of the building. The only thing that I could see was the dim, flickering light coming from the single lamp post by the end of the parking lot. I held my cellphone to one ear, the o...

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No Escape

Elliot G

Submitted to Contest #75

The white dress fit perfectly, caressing my chest comfortably and spreading out near the back. He told me that he’d gotten it made specially for me, having observed every detail, every curve of my body.The bright red flowers clasped tightly between my hands were gorgeous and vivid. They stood elegantly upright as if no force nor darkness could taint their beauty. He told me they reminded him of my lips; so sweet and delicious. The fruity perfume that filled the air was stunning, smelling lively and flavourful. It brought the occasional ...

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A Holly-Jolly Christmas

Elliot G

Submitted to Contest #73

Theo was lonely. He lived by himself in a tiny little basement apartment near the outskirts of town; far from the busy city streets. He did not particularly desire human company and was rather grateful for his independence. However, on the rare occasion that he found himself growing excessively lonesome, Theo would sometimes find himself longing for a companion and there was no denying it. As the holidays approached, Theo could feel himself grow especially isolated and miserable as he watched families gather together, joyful and ex...

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A Mother Provides for her Child

Elliot G

Submitted to Contest #72

CW: drug useI was broken. Hopeless. Pathetic. Desperate.I had never known my father, and my mother simply wasn’t there. Though she may have been physically present, she did not care for me and usually left me to my own devices. While as a kid I thought it was fun to be independent, that lingering yearning for affection--for love--remained very present and weighed down on me like an abandoned dog in the streets. I was fifteen when I first tried that horrendous drug; heroin. At first, like many, I had enjoyed the highs and thoug...

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I was Living, but He was Dying

Elliot G

Submitted to Contest #72

CW: miscarriage I was living, but he was dying. That was the tragic reality that we had both been faced with--that we remained conscious of day by day. Most budding couples spoke of an optimistic and fulfilling future in each other's loving company, but I was living, and he was dying, so our relationship brought no such promises. When I had first noticed Adam, we had both been young and impressionable, still in our first year of high-school. A sudden and fast-spreading rumour had surged up at around the midpoint of that year about the s...

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Walking the Rope

Elliot G

Submitted to Contest #72

As I walked down the rugged pavement, suitcase in hand, I could feel unwanted memories flooding back. The airport had barely changed since that liberating day in 1962; and if you’d have asked me, I would have most likely been able to point out the very objects I had touched on my journey out--away from home. I suppose my unexpected return had been provoked a few weeks ago when a strange letter came in the mail. As soon as I had noticed it was from my home country, I had been quite intrigued and slightly uneasy. I first wondered how they...

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He's Going to Kill Me

Elliot G

Submitted to Contest #71

When we had received the invitation, I knew that something suspicious was afoot. It had been a normal day, but that dark red enveloppe sticking out of our old rusting mailbox ruined all hope for further peace of mind. This realization had struck me after having read the sender’s name and address. I was hit with a sudden sense of fear and terror, attempting to destroy the envelope before my wife could catch sight of it. To my dismay, she had seized the paper from my hand before giving me a chance to think and read through it, expressing a gre...

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Lie.

Elliot G

Submitted to Contest #70

Shane and I have been friends since before I can remember. When we were young, we lived on the same street, separated by only three houses. We grew up going to the same school and were lucky enough to be placed in the same classes throughout most of our academic journey. We also had a normal habit of spending evenings in each other’s company, playing different games in my front yard. My parents did not like Shane. They said he was a bad influence. I suppose it all began one warm summer evening in late July. Shane and I had only just ...

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False Assumptions

Elliot G

Submitted to Contest #70

The heavy rain drops landed resonantly on the front window of my vehicle before slowly sliding down its smooth glass. It was a grey and chilly afternoon as I drove silently down the empty and rural country road. Both sides of the highway were covered in trees and fields save for a few houses scattered about. In some ways, I was thankful for the silence. It gave me time to think--to mentally prepare myself for the confrontation. In other ways, the stillness was driving me mad with anticipation, feelings of uncertainty and anxiety fill...

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