Johanna Leo

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jan, 2020

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“Muscle Memory” by Johanna Leo

Submitted to Contest #75

I cannot seem to recall the exact moment all was lost, which is, I believe, the utmost irony. It might have been as I walked down Amores street, laying eyes on the building in which such contaminated loving took place, that my mind might have decided to simply suppress the feeling of sheets so foreign and uncoordinated bodies. It could have been when I passed that dented car we used to park behind so we could love each other in shadow, but more so, when I noticed it gone from its eternal spot, neatly in symphony with our parting. There are s...

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“Saint Mary’s” by Johanna Leo

Submitted to Contest #74

He carried a pregnant quiet, and a snow-like powder rested on the collar of his shirt. He once heard his wife describe his eyes as burning red. Perhaps. What he knew was clear to her was his unhappiness, he remembered this in the seconds that currently elapsed as well as in every frame beyond these breaths. Still, he could not shake this feeling off; he did not know any better. He remembered when she said, “I am leaving. Is there anything you need for the house before you’re left to yourself?” And she felt him wince. He did not know any bet...

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“In Purple” by Johanna Leo

Submitted to Contest #30

Every inch of me is covered in purple. Glitter leaves its trail on my skin, and it is so real I cannot only see it but touch it. I run my fingers over the hairs on my arms, so light I can barely see them, tracing the pattern of the stars on my skin. I know I am listening to my heartbeat through my skin, and I know it’s the Universe telling me I’m still alive. Then, it all starts caving in. This is the part where I can see the corners of the sky folding in...

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“Count Me Down” by Johanna Leo

Submitted to Contest #22

A shiver ran through Bianca’s spine.Through her window, she could see the blanket of snow and how it tucked the concrete floor. The sunrise was creeping behind the buildings, announcing the beginning of the last day of the year.Leaving her bed and stepping into the cold was less of a hassle than it was most winter days, the promise of her first time watching the ball drop pulling her up and into the day. She looked at herself in the bathroom mirror, flushed cheeks from the cold in her porcelain skin. Amid her excitement, there was a sli...

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Author bio

22 and in love with words. Author of Open-Heart Surgery.