Ionel Rusanu

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Mar, 2021

Stories (8)

8 Stories

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“Slow Motion” by Ionel Rusanu

Submitted to Contest #148

My demons were louder than usual tonight. But their voices were garbled, unintelligible. It was like listening to a record played backwards. I even tried that once. I was not even born in 1981, when a Michigan minister named Michael Mills (another Mike with issues) rambled at some Christian radio that phrases like “master Satan,” “serve me,” and “there’s no escaping it” were hidden in the grooves of the Led Zeppelin hit “Stairway to Heaven” when played backwards. Of course, I don’t own a vinyl record player and moreover, I don’t have a Led ...

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“Don’t Make Me Say” by Ionel Rusanu

Submitted to Contest #108

“Willie, don’t make me say twice!” said Brent with a terrible annoyance in his voice. “You’re coming with me and that’s it.” His younger brother was such a wuss, as always. It could be his age of just twelve. Sometimes Brent hoped that teenager years will bring Willie some ‘cojones’ like their Latino neighbor would say. For sure, that worked fine for him. At sixteen, he was now more confident and ready to do anything to achieve his goals. Today he needed to make some cash and opportunity knocked when Luiz, their neighbor, suggested to him ...

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“The lonely druid” by Ionel Rusanu

Submitted to Contest #92

He loved this endless forest like any other man in these Celtic lands, but sometimes it seemed too much. He felt he was suffocating and had to go out of this darkness, to find a clearing and to feel the sun beams falling benevolently on him.The journey through the forests of Cumbria required serious skill these days, especially when you were a lonely traveler like Alairn. In the past, he had to be careful not to cross path with tribes he didn't want to deal with. And more recently, he had to beware of the Romans who frequently patrolled thro...

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“A different life” by Ionel Rusanu

Submitted to Contest #88

“Pic! Pic! Poc!” the water droplets were falling from the leaves of the maple tree. Princess Mylana was sitting at the base of the tree against its rough bark, admiring the sounds of rain. And the smells! They were even more overwhelming.Probably her father’s minions were looking for her now through the palace and the inner courtyard. But she escaped further than that. She had knowledge of a small door in the inner courtyard's wall that led to a dark forest. That portion of the wall was not so well guarded, and she used to come here in the f...

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“Good old sayings” by Ionel Rusanu

Submitted to Contest #87

Bill Haines hated those pranksters in his office. Why? Because he was their preferred target. His religious parents’ upbringing had left unavoidable marks on his personality, and to be fair, his personality was a bit stiff.It was unexplainable for Bill why his colleagues, Herb and Marvin, could not share his passion for a job well done and the good old sayings. They express life in its pure form. But they don’t see it that way. Always were making fun of him and his wise words.For example, when they had the monthly report due, he was just say...

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“The resilience of spring flowers” by Ionel Rusanu

Submitted to Contest #86

Sveta was a good girl. Always has been. But for some weeks, an inexorable guilt engulfed her. It was her fault that her father, the pillar of the family, was in a hospital fighting for his life. She suspected, and for good reasons, that she was the reason he was infected with the new virus.She didn’t know where she got it. Maybe from the crowded marketplace where her mother sends her to buy the groceries. At first, she thought she had caught a cold from a trip she made in the woods at the edge of the town. Her mother sent her there to pick u...

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“Life like a bike” by Ionel Rusanu

Submitted to Contest #85

That’s the thing about this city; is not eco-friendly. And has no bike lanes. The traffic is horrendous. Many families have like two cars, at least. One for him and one for her. Why should they use public transportation with all kinds of smelly dudes when they can go to the office with a car? Even if they stay at least one hour in the car for just 6 kilometers driving distance. This is one reason this city is in top ten of the most polluted in Europe. But living here is a necessary evil because here I can make a decent living. I am talking h...

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“We are all Benzos” by Ionel Rusanu

Submitted to Contest #84

I have always have been an anxious creature. Living always in my comfort bubble. For instance, even during the last pandemic, the fact that I was confined me to my one-bedroom apartment was not so bothering to me. I wasn’t going out much before either.What was taxing my nerves was this anxiety; “What if I get sick and die in excruciating pain, gasping for air?” Because that was the tableau that was drawn by media for this covid-19 disease.So, since my panic attacks aggravated after the lockdown, I had an online consultation with my psychiatr...

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Author bio

A communications engineer with artistic aspirations and a passion for science fiction, romance, and fantasy. And bitter-sweet humor. Self-published author, also under pen name J.J. Rossanno. This one is for Sci-Fi Romance books. ***My stories here are just bits of life sometimes with dark humor, other times with lighter humor. You will not see here metaphors on top other metaphors just to express some complicated feelings. The type that wins these contests. No, I want just to tell a story.***