Hugo Millaire

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Apr, 2021

Stories (7)

7 Stories

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“The Withering Willow” by Hugo Millaire

Submitted to Contest #99

CW: Mention of death and suicide. Not a single object is lit. Darkness cradles me from all sides like the cold water in the depths of the ocean. But how do I know the ocean? I can’t tell where I am, nor what I am. I don’t know how I speak nor how I know. A strange touch of smooth and crumble surrounds me, stopping me from seeing more. But how do I know there is more? Well, I feel vibrations above me, quick thumps from something unknown. Slithering touches my skin every so often, a wet slimy feel. Every so ofte...

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“The Book of Few” by Hugo Millaire

Submitted to Contest #96

Hey fellow reedsy writers! Before you dive into this story (or don't) I just want to set it up a bit to avoid any confusion. This is a story following the perspective of a certain journal, or diary whatever you like, during World War 2. I do like this idea but I'm not the best at writing down whatever thoughts are going through my head, so if anyone has some critisism please share I would love to get some feedback. Enjoy!13/06/1943; Naples, Italy Well, this is going to be the last time I write ...

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“A Droplet of Time” by Hugo Millaire

Submitted to Contest #94

CW: Some suggestive language, gunshot.Queens, New York, 2021. Frank made his way across the street onto the cracked sidewalk while the rain drizzled down his face and matted his hair on his forehead, giving him a sensation of a wet mop on his head. He was grumbling at having forgotten his umbrella at work and having to stay so late in the office the sun had gone down and the moon had risen to take its place. He turned aroun...

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“Venenum Ad Mortem” by Hugo Millaire

Submitted to Contest #93

TW: Alcohol, drug involved deathsMia Finn, 21:28 Mia parked her car on the curb beside the house and made her way to where the loud chatter was coming from. She would have preffered to stay home and study for her math exam the next morning, but Sarah had begged her to come with, and just to get her to shut up she agreed to get one drink. But as she circled the house she couldn’t find her friend's red Subaru, a very generous gift from her parents, ...

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“Wargandu: The Apocalypse” by Hugo Millaire

Submitted to Contest #92

Toronto, Canada. 2021 Peter gulped down the last of the beer and threw the bottle out of the window, letting it hit the road next to a car earning him several honks of disapproval. He swore and punched his own horn, then grumbled something about “minding their own business” and kept on driving. He had just gotten out of the bar after bei...

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“The Broken Glass” by Hugo Millaire

Submitted to Contest #92

TW: domestive violence, murder, violence towards a child All was dark, and the force of trying to open his eyes was too much. The beeping of the EKG surrounded him, as well as the noisy chatter just outside the room. Police, nurses and reporters were all arguing over who would come in first, the nurses trying to prevent everyone from coming in, to let Maverick rest. It had been about an hour since the incident, an hour of sleep, fear, remorse, guilt and chatter, but most importantly chaos. Rushing to the ...

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“The Red Barrel” by Hugo Millaire

Submitted to Contest #89

-Somewhere in London, 1829- The darkness of the forest started to recede, losing to the fire and torches of the town. As he sprinted away, his steps were hushed on the stone roads, rather than the twigs of the woodland that would crack under his bare feet. His shoes were down by the pond, where he had taken them off to try and stifle his footfall, however he regretted not...

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Author bio

I'm a young writer interested in especially gothic, crime and psychological short stories. I love putting together all of my ideas I get in my head and writting them down, and I'm hoping the wonderful community of Reedsy will appreciate them! I'm trying my best to read as many stories and comment on them as I can, but I would always appreaciate some honest feedback (don't worry I can take criticism) and if you comment or like I'll be sure to read your stories as well! Hugo Millaire