F.O. Morier

Author on Reedsy Prompts since May, 2021

Stories (103)

103 Stories

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“Shattered slippers” by F.O. Morier

Submitted to Contest #168

-"I think about Cinderella so often." she starts. - "Cinderella? I ask. "Yes, that girl with the glass slippers." She fills me in. "I know that fairy tale," I assure her, and I leave out the fact that I know the original version too. - “Cinderella." she muses. -"That climbs depressingly." I say. -"It was." she confirms, "but it took me forever to realize that." -"Do tell." I ask. -"I always had to tiptoe, taking very careful steps so that my glass slippers wouldn´t break." after a short pause, she adds: "It's so hard to walk on broken ...

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“Dark ” by F.O. Morier

Submitted to Contest #167

It was a year now, since his brother Marcus had passed away, and now John felt abandoned in the world. Since then, he had never heard of his other brother: Dark. That was not his real name, but that's what everyone called him, because of the mournful and haunting sound of his pipes. No one else could play the war pipes like Dark. But more often than not, the comforting and familiar sounds were an omen to tragedy of the darkest kind. John never believed that Marcus had drowned the night he left the village with his s...

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“The tyranny of perfection” by F.O. Morier

Submitted to Contest #166

- “I quit. Yes, I stopped. At least I think I did. Or maybe not. At least that is how it felt.” after a short pause she adds, "At the time I mean." She smiles shyly and shuffles nervously in her chair. -"You say ´quit´ like it's an ugly word." I smile back at her. "I found out soon enough that I couldn't dance at all, so I gave up on ballet," she says, shrugging. -"Okay." I answer. -"And yet not quite." she says shaking her head. "I am a mess of arms and legs. You can call me a confused despair: yes, that would sum up my description." "That'...

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“Bad beat ” by F.O. Morier

Submitted to Contest #165

-"Good morning, Libby! Sit down." -"Sorry I am a little late. I was visiting my brother." she sighed. -"I hope it was a nice visit. You look a little depressed if you ask me." -"That's why I'm here, isn't it?" she sighs again as she dropped herself into the chair opposite me. -"Well, you do not always have to be depressed to come over here. I love it when people come and tell me they're feeling good." She gave me a sour smile and shrugged. -"What's on your heart?" I asked. -"I lost a bet." she replied. -"Oh, I hope you haven't lost too much ...

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“Mrs. Feldman” by F.O. Morier

Submitted to Contest #164

It's Sunday today. I feel like it´s the first Sunday of autumn, and I am having a hard time with it. Last week it was twenty-six degrees. Today only thirteen... I'm a summer person, and at the end of summer my heart always has to break... for a few days anyway. What do we need then? Something that soothes the soul, don´t we? Yes! Thinking of rainy Sunday afternoons from my childhood always comforts me on grey days like today. My grandmother would bake flan (the best for miles in the area), and my grandfather would tell stories. W...

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“Empty interval” by F.O. Morier

Submitted to Contest #163

I hadn't seen her for a few weeks, and I was glad she finally showed up again. It didn't seem to bother her that I was a little late. She gave me the impression of not being fully present, as if her mind was floating somewhere far outside the window she was staring through. -"I missed you for a few weeks." I started by way of greeting. She was wrapping a lock of her hair around a finger. She reminded me of a little girl. -"My father did summon me." she answered dryly. -"Summoned?" I asked surprised. She shrugged indifferently. -"What was the...

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“Lemon cake” by F.O. Morier

Submitted to Contest #162

"That is the most astonishing thing I've ever heard." Miss Louise said indignantly. -"What?" Jean asked, "Have you never heard of flavoring cakes?" Jean set the aroma tubes down with an annoyed frown. Miss Louise had barged in for the umpteenth time in a fit of curiosity. Jean knew only too well what Miss Louise was fishing for. -"I'm not surprised you're confused, “the curious neighbor said in a patronizing tone. -"Oh?" Jean looked up for a moment, "And how is that?" -"That boy I've seen walking in and out of here with you for two weeks." M...

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“Mali's year” by F.O. Morier

Submitted to Contest #161

A grey sky looked down on the grey ground. As far as the eye could see, everything was grey. A treacherous muddy river made countless bends between its banks. At Harry's bend, the water was constantly churned by the heavy wheel of a mill, scarred by storms and the sun, in the same desolate colors as its sad surroundings. On a cliff above, a dozen unfenced houses stood in a group. All day, all night, day after day the mill pounded with maddening monotony. In the summer, the sun blistered and burned the whole valley, and in the winter the wind...

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“Tumbleweed” by F.O. Morier

Submitted to Contest #160

...and then the covid apocalypse started to rage. What does one do in between times? Think, daydream, and think again. Or at least I did. My mind wandered off, to the place I have come to love the most on this beautiful planet and where one day I will be buried. But not just yet. I want to tell you a story first. (and hopefully many more). Let me ask you something first: What is a place? Does it hold a memory of our absence? Or is it a memory of our presence? I was born a nomad. I don´t have a place. I remember paths in the pathless eternal ...

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“The jackpot” by F.O. Morier

Submitted to Contest #159

-"Old men die, “Nat sighed, "they just die. They must." Nat stood with James, his lawyer, watching his mansion from a distance. Nat lived there alone. He always had. Not that this had been his first choice. But over the years it made him more and more uncomfortable and sad, that his family, and those who believed that they had a branch on his family tree, had but one thought in their head: When will he kick the bucket and how much would he leave me? Nat was a rare individual. Always had been. He was a scientist by trade and had earned ...

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“Ian and Suzanna” by F.O. Morier

Submitted to Contest #158

The faint trail in the monotony of the landscape seemed weaker than ever. The wind picked up and brought a cloud of dust with it. -"Suzanna!" a man's voice called. She shielded her eyes and peered down the deserted path. -"Suzanna! Why don't you answer me? Are you sleeping?" -"I thought I saw something on the road." she replied without turning her head. Her voice delivered something of a sadness. She had a nice figure, irregular features, but not without a certain piquant outline. Suzanne had lived there since she was a young girl, and...

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“Luna and Stella” by F.O. Morier

Submitted to Contest #157

How can one try to understand a criminal act? Perhaps by accentuating the inscrutability in a human being, a fellow human being? Revenge was on her mind… It wasn't like in the movies. There was no compelling soundtrack, she didn´t have to dig tunnels with a spoon smuggled in the most intimate corners of her body from the refectory, and she didn´t have to bribe anyone to get a disguise. No, none of that. She just called a friend, on a five-hour leave, and he drove her to a ravaged slum, where two kind-hearted women cared about misfits and...

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“The purple room” by F.O. Morier

Submitted to Contest #156

People have their whims and quirks. Their seasons of recklessness. Entire communities can fix their minds on an abstract thing, whatever it is; real or imagined, and go mad in pursuit of it. They can be so impressed by a delusion that it becomes a new reality for them. Until their attention is drawn by another folly, and only regains their senses when rivers of blood have been spilled, and harvests of sorrow have been sowed to be reaped by their posterity. Some delusions still thrive far and wide, and perhaps that is why the present, as we k...

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“Anastasia's locket” by F.O. Morier

Submitted to Contest #155

Some people seem to be born with vital energy that never seems to die. Not only does it enable them to keep up with the times, but it also qualifies them to provide quite a bit of momentum through their personalities. Even crossing borders into the insane. Those are blissful beings who do not feel compelled to understand the meaning of things. They never tire, do not miss a step, don't fall out of rank, only to be left by the roadside and watch the procession as it moves on without them. Fred was such a man. And yet Anastasia found that the ...

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“A visit to the future” by F.O. Morier

Submitted to Contest #154

-"You may bring the prisoner in, “Monsieur Jean, the king's inquisitor, said, lifting his head from his parchment-strewn desk where he was working. Two soldiers stood at the door, like steel statues. The two disappeared in the long corridor, and before long Monsieur Jean heard the clatter of opening bolts and heavy hinges. A moment later the soldiers returned, with a man in handcuffs between them. He was a dark-haired man, with a dreamy power in his eyes. Monsieur Jean raised his head and lifted one of the parchments: -"Henry, isn't it?" he ...

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Author bio

I´m Fati, or that´s what everybody calls me. I have lived in many different places and countries, but right now I live in Germany. I have absolutely no intention of telling you my age. My battle cry is freedom, and to write with passion or not at all. Writing offers magic and that´s the essence of why I want to write: to make people sink into myriads of wonders. Make their worries go away and the voices in their heads silent. Let them hear my voice as if we are sitting across from one another at a small table in a coffee shop, crowded perhaps, but all alone in our conversation. I want to communicate messages that restore hope and reveal an indefinite rainbow. Let the reader hear music even when the world decides to turn off the music.