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Ilma A

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Apr, 2023

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Meet Cute for Legacy's sake

Ilma A

Submitted to Contest #309

The fall was incredibly excruciating. Completely unnecessary, too. The Ferian chambers of The Lord had plenty of carriages with shiny step pedals for a graceful descent, but they chose to shove me down a lightning bolt of a rather beastly rain cloud. My Victorian roll bun, braided in a top knot, was a mess with dried leaves and bark stings from the tree under which I fell, or was mercilessly thrown, belly side down, on mucky soil. The underwire of my bustier scooped inside the ribs, and the memory of First Maid Glenda jamming the cross ribbo...

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Unicorn Baby

Ilma A

Submitted to Contest #305

I stared at the crowd and told the biggest lie of my life. The auditorium erupted with accolades. Light reflecting over curved lines and raised cheekbones with intermittent pearly whites, diagnosed me with instant photophobia. When my eyes refused to be dazzled down, I rushed off the stage and regurgitated my brain fog into yellow-green globules of the sweetcorn sandwich I had shoved up my face thirty seconds before the most important speech of my career. “Ya killed it, bestie-saurus!” Miranda wasn’t exactly my best friend, more like a high...

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The New Place

Ilma A

Submitted to Contest #250

“Just go and get him!” commanded Salim, crisscrossing the oncoming pee train. “Uh! Can’t hold it anymore.” His feet already shoed in filthy goop.He turned around and hammered the sodden wooden planks balancing a haystack partition loosely guarding the modesty of a disgruntled individual who groaned at every plop.What was it? ‘Rsihte’.. Pushti.. Salim slapped his head.Abid was only three years old, he must pick up his stuffed monkey – Bandu, before another lightning strike. The last strike had claimed Abid’s uncle fixing wires up on the villa...

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The Carrier

Ilma A

Submitted to Contest #195

Floodlights had been dimmed. The crisp air blew the sweat beads off my forehead, and I floated, weightlessly in a puffy, pink cloud, caressing soft supple skin, a little slimy but butter between my fingers. My heavy eyelids trying hard to focus on little curves gyrating to each rapid breath of the body, fluttered little teardrops. “Just for a little bit longer, please?” I begged the nurse. “We have cut the cord now; the mom is getting impatient. I am sorry,” the nurse said as she plucked my newborn, leaving my punctured arms in an empty pr...

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