Grace Estano

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Oct, 2020

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“The Riddle of Snow Mountain” by Grace Estano

Submitted to Contest #77

It is summer in old Tanzania. And while people in their neighboring cities and towns are headed for the beaches the natives of Tanzania converge to Snow Mountain to witness a son's, a nephew's, a cousin's, a neighbor's, friend's or an enemy's Coming of Age or Rite of Passage.On the eve of the initiation, candidates should have been registered duly with the screening committee. The candidates should at least be twelve years old on the eve of the actual Rite or exactly thirteen years old at the stroke of midnight th...

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“Turnaround (the sequel) ” by Grace Estano

Submitted to Contest #76

Peace?Huh? There was only one person in this whole wide world who called me by that name.Alexander?Yeah. It is me, Alexander..not the great, though. You have ccome back. Welcome home, my Peace!Don't get your hopes too high. I just came to get the rest of my things. A taxi is waiting at the gate for me. I am in great hurry.All your things?All my things. Don't worry, I am not carting away what you had given me.Peace, Peace...Stop calling me that. Name's Paz!Peace, Paz, whatever,...

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“Turnaround” by Grace Estano

Submitted to Contest #75

"Cut! That's a wrap!" the director shouted when my cellular phone went off."Who could be calling at this unholy hour?" I almost grumbled but kept my temper at bay. "Hello." I said, hoping I didn't sound offensive."Hello Counselor, " the caller sounded distraught."Yes, I am Counsellor Catherine, What can I do for you?". I answered as evenly as I could."I'm Paz," she introduced herself,Paz, Her name means peace, but she sounded exactly the opposite. Did she realize what her name meant? Peace, calm, tranqui...

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“MAN UP” by Grace Estano

Submitted to Contest #66

It is early morning here in the coastal town where I live. I savor the warm morning breeze that caress my bare arms as I jog to the little chapel on the hill. I know Father Al would be waiting for me at the doorstep to show me the trees that I would prune in exchange for a good breakfast. When you ate nothing but sweet potatoes and corn meal with soysauce or boiled vegetables with fish sauce all your life because there was nothing else, the breakfast at Father Al's church is a king's feast.Mama tells me and my bed-ridden sister tha...

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“Out on a Limb” by Grace Estano

Submitted to Contest #65

It had been half an hour since I had sat before my laptop vacillating between posting my invitation for an evening at the graveyard with me...or not posting it at all."Come on, Samantha, stop shilly-shallying or I'll step right in and decide for you," my impatient twin sister Thea called from the kitchen."Why don't you mind your own business?" I complained secretly. Hrmph. How can twin sisters be so alike and so different at the same time. Thea was outspoken, I am reticent and calculating, careful about everything I said and...

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“Little Green Apples” by Grace Estano

Submitted to Contest #64

My bedside phone rang persistently at 11 o'clock in the evening, rousing me from sleep.I got out of bed, grumbling. "Hello"""Hello, Sheila, It's me, William," he answered."William, do you realize what time it is?What could be so important and so urgent that couldn't wait till tomorrow to be discussed?""I'm sorry. Sweetheart. But the National Weather Service had just issued a Red Flag warning and Fire Weather Watches to alert fire departments of the onset or possible onset of critical weather and dry conditions ...

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“Hearts Don't Forget” by Grace Estano

Submitted to Contest #63

By the time I stepped outside Starbucks to try their pumpkin spice latte, the leaves were on fire. The leaves of the trees had turned to red and gold. The beauty and splendour before me was something I have seen only in postcards and brochures. My heart fluttered as I began clicking away, completely immersed in what I was doing when,,,oops! My step faltered. I had stumbled on a piece of rock."Aray!" I cried aloud, hoping nobody had heard or seen what happened or I would have been embarassed. But I was wrong. Somebody did see me.

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