Elvis Savir

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jun, 2020

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“Erased” by Elvis Savir

Somehow, my mind was erased that morning, and in my brain’s connections even the memory of the existence of "that morning" is not likely possible. I have been detained in a clinic for five days under police surveillance, and it seems that everything incriminates me, but there is no particular reason to consider myself guilty of something, because I could be the only surviving victim of the still mysterious event that took place that Friday morning. The investigators in charge of the case have suspected that I am playing innocent by faking am...

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“Acoustic darkness” by Elvis Savir

Submitted to Contest #49

While Diego waited, his anatomy insistently pumped memories through his veins that continually and aggressively impacted his heart and brain. He was nostalgic, lost in the deathly white of the room's walls as an incandescent light fiercely illuminated the waiting room. Every time he heard a sound across the aisle, he sat up in the seat waiting for someone to approach the room and provide an answer, although that answer could only come from the lips of one person and he was no longer present.The hands of the clock, which rang sharply from the...

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“Do not enter my house, I am a psycho” by Elvis Savir

Submitted to Contest #46

The launch of the book was a complete success, who would have thought that a book based on sleeping problems and entitled "Sleep no more", written, edited and published by an unknown author could even sell more than a hundred copies, and yet, the sales during the first week placed me in the first spot of sales in the country on all digital platforms. Therefore, and thanks to the positive impact, a publisher was interested in getting physical copies printed of my work and even translating it into other languages, and although this meant an ex...

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“Shadowless” by Elvis Savir

Submitted to Contest #44

If something had warned me that getting up would mean my death and that my body would be found in a history book two months later, perhaps I would not have gotten out of bed that Sunday morning.The sound of footsteps in the dark approaching my room woke me up in the middle of the night, and although they pretended to be stealthy, the incessant muted tapping caused a roar in my tranquility that ended up upsetting my nerves. Like a cat alert to a lurking intruder, I became uneasy, tore my face off the pillow, removed the warm blankets from my ...

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