Iris Cordova

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jul, 2020

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“Zemblanity” by Iris Cordova

Listening to Vera Lynn while sipping some 1937 Glenfiddich and looking naughty in a red, silk robe: Today was a fine day to watch the world burn. What could I say? I was feeling—no, not nostalgic, and forlorn was a given—maybe Saudade would do but with more of a bite.Going back to the world burning, the Universe had given me every clue that things were going sky high. At first, little things fell through the cracks, like Dorothy asking for bottled sunshine when she hates beer.After she got it in her head to put a gold handcuff on Phoebe, Dor...

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“The Tragedy of Sophia's Heart” by Iris Cordova

Submitted to Contest #66

Can a heart still ache after its stopped beating? For years—I couldn’t tell you how many, for all the beginnings bled into the endings—my creator drew plans for his secret project. Every year, he presented some new creature for the Council to gawk and pick at like crabs. They picked and picked, probing with their sharp fingers and sharper tongues, prying, finding every single flaw. One year, Evit presented a creature with clawed appendages framing its mouth of rowed, jagged teeth. They copied its design and placed a few prototypes on a d...

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“The Winter Heir” by Iris Cordova

Submitted to Contest #64

Somber storm clouds hung in such a way that hid the moon and set the stage for a daring rescue. Amaranth, in all her pixie stature, faced the iron gates imprisoning the souls of Silvan Mansion. She tied a flashlight to her oxygen mask as she made her way towards the garden. Perhaps, she fancied herself playing the role of the prince saving her beloved from his glass-covered tower, but she was truly a fool for not heeding his warnings.A part of her knew she had no place standing beside the heir to the Silvan Family. She was a finch with coffe...

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“Eden's Cage” by Iris Cordova

Submitted to Contest #60

You have no idea what is coming for you once the sun sets. You—my savior, the man who found me taming beasts—can never understand. You—my salvation—are my shackles. Watery ash streams down the walls of the domed aviary and pools in front of us, suffocating what little green survives in the Wastes. You mention how fortunate we are to be far from the coast. I force a chuckle at your joke that at least the hurricane did us some good. It did little good for the Burrowers. I wish I could drown their screams with those of our conures. I wish I...

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Author bio

Hi! I'm a new writer. I'm also a cat mom, zookeeper, and hobbit. I hope to improve my craft and read awesome stories on this site.