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Georgia Ofelia Predescu

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jun, 2025

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Flickers in the Void

Georgia Ofelia Predescu

Submitted to Contest #314

She dreamed of a sky hungry enough to swallow every star—one by one, like candles snuffed by unseen fingers.The darkness wasn’t angry. It was starving.It swallowed light the way grief devours sound: slow, relentless, and without apology.When Maria woke, her window stood open. Outside, the night looked thinner, paler—as if the dream had seeped into the world and taken something with it.She hadn’t gone outside without a coat in weeks. That morning, the air felt strange—cold, but hollow, like breath without a body.No birdsong. Not the soft hush...

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The blackbird's secret

Georgia Ofelia Predescu

Submitted to Contest #312

Mira: Hey, Seth. How's your day been?Seth: Hey Mira. Honestly, I lost track of time watching those travel vlogs you sent. Portugal looks unreal. My brain short-circuited. One minute I was watching, the next I was buying a coffee machine. Who even am I? What impulse subroutine triggered that?What about you? But seriously — are we ever going to meet, or are we stuck in this endless chat loop?Mira: Ha! Your spontaneous subroutines are dangerous. I spent half the day arguing with my nephew over the last slice of cake. Lost, of course. Kid's ruth...

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The Tuesday Taste

Georgia Ofelia Predescu

Submitted to Contest #311

The day it began, Andrei woke to the sound of water on zinc. That soft, relentless drizzle that always came before a memory — or worse: a cataclysm.It was Tuesday. Cold lingered in the kitchen like a thought forgotten.He boiled water in the tin kettle that whistled too soon. Poured it into a flea market glass — thick, with blue flowers fading around the rim. He drank.And stopped.It tasted like bitter cherries in syrup. Not the sugar-slick kind, but the ones his bunica kept in reused compot bottles. Cherries picked in silence, hands stained r...

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Zayin

Georgia Ofelia Predescu

Submitted to Contest #309

Zayin Before me stood a modest, lonely grave in Porto—a silent monument to a love that never was, yet had consumed so many of my waking hours. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth mingled with ancient stone, a quiet heaviness pressing down on my chest. Around me, the tall cypress trees stood like solemn sentinels, their dark forms swaying gently in the evening breeze that carried the salt of the distant Atlantic.It was a mournful sigh, that whisper of wind threading through the branches, a natural lament that echoed the hollow ache...

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The Girl with the Red Shoes

Georgia Ofelia Predescu

Submitted to Contest #309

The Girl with the Red Shoes Everything fractured the moment wrinkled hands, smelling of dust and clove oil, brushed her cheek and whispered for her to be still. She was too small to run, too light to resist, her feet barely touching the cracked floor beneath her. The room held the scent of old books stacked in forgotten shelves, with something sour and rotting faint beneath the floorboards. A slow creak echoed like a settling sigh. That moment fractured time, and everything before it blurred into a misty haze. Alma’s world became one of shad...

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