K. Antonio

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Sep, 2020

Stories (10)

10 Stories

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“Special Events in Port Hueneme” by K. Antonio

Nothing really special ever happened in Port Hueneme. The city was small; the population compared to the other beach cities of Ventura County, California, was dismal, and our beaches were not even the prettiest. The port always smelled of pineapples, bananas, and onions. Even the port's smell was nothing special; it was a blend of saltwater and sweetness, much like the entire city.To make up for its meagerness, to show off to the other districts, Port Hueneme boasted pride and a lot of it. Each year there were a number o...

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“When a Star Falls” by K. Antonio

Bubbles, I see a lot of bubbles. Tiny rapid globules, rising over my face, shooting up like a geyser, dissipating along the surface. I can feel something burning inside my nose, the heat expanding and tingling behind my eyes, spreading out and bleeding into the back of my skull. I’m floating, my arms and legs dangle, bend, and curve. The sensation of being suspended in the water is not what I had expected; I feel pain, soreness and I can barely see. There is very little light. Something is pulling me deeper into the darkness. My vision is...

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“A Personal Prayer ” by K. Antonio

Crystal droplets dangle from the ceiling, casting ornamental dark specks over the white table cloth. I light the candles and dim the dining room. The sweet scent of rosemary and honey slips out from the oven and invades the living spaces. It's half-past seven, soon you'll arrive; sit by me at the table and smile while our daughter sits and laughs at her googly-eyed parents, enjoying a moment of grace.The timer goes off; I run to the kitchen to check on the puff pastry and roasted vegetables. I open the oven door only to ...

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“You Were Like The Sun ” by K. Antonio

You scurry around like a fire ant, never once stopping to take a break. I can see your forehead glistening, your shiny wet hair, your tired eyes accompanying a cordial yet insincere smile. You're amusing to watch; I feel happy being able to spend even these small moments in the same space with you. You glide towards my table, offer me nothing but a glance while spotting my near-empty pint. You knit your brows in curiosity, point to the glass, and all I can work myself up to say is, "I'll have another, please."You grin. I...

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“Mister Americano” by K. Antonio

My sister and I played in the park while my father sat on a bench and kept his distance. We ran and tumbled on the grass, slid down the slide, and swung as high as we could on the swings. My father launched a series of quick glances our way; his eyes never seemed to remain fixated on us. He didn't laugh at our joy or tried to participate in our games. He just sat there, looked up at the sky, watched the birds, the kites, and the airplanes cross his eyes. We got tired; that was the sign for my father to take us home. He never held our hand...

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“A Lover Can Sometimes Be a Fighter ” by K. Antonio

"Come on, Luke, go ahead give it a squeeze," Raymond offered. "It's alright, just feel how hard it is."Luke felt uncomfortable; his heart was pounding at an irrational pace, "Nah, Ray, I'm good. Really!" he choked out.Raymond flexed his arm; it was bulbous, supple, and tan. His hands pressed against the cafeteria table, his chest puffed, and his eyes as sharp as shanks. "I'm tellin' ya, Luke. Karate has changed my life!" he exclaimed. "You gotta come with me to the dojo after school!""...

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“Burying David ” by K. Antonio

I see a flock of white sprites falling from the sky. They are small, insignificant beings made of ice with a guaranteed lifespan of nothing more than a few seconds. My face is so close to the glass that I can feel the frigid air slip in through the small wooden openings. I see our parents outside digging up the graves. Dad’s gray overcoat is unnaturally thick, stiffening his movements, while Mom stands beside him, hovering and wearing a long black dress that dangles slightly above the frosty ground.Today resonates a bit ...

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“After the Fact” by K. Antonio

(CW: Contains strong language.)“You know, you’re going to jail for this, right?”“The fuck I am! Just shut up and let me think. I can’t hear myself with all this noise.”“What noise Erika? There’s just you, me and him here. Do you mean the noise of the heavy breaths you're taking? Yeah, I’m sure that can be pretty disruptive to your thought process.”“I said, SHUT UP!”“Hey, is that any way for you to talk to me? You put yourself in this positio...

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“Where Do The Memories Go? ” by K. Antonio

It was always the same Taker. He would arrive in my quarters like a sly cat. He was systematically cautious and avoided waking me early, fearful that maybe if I was alert, I could strike him down or bellow out for help. He would put his hands around my neck, slide his fingers into my mouth, and leave something like a pebble or a coin behind, resting on my tongue. He would press my cheeks tightly, draw circles on my throat, and force me to down whatever poison he had left behind in my mouth. I would swallow it dry, and in a matter of time,...

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“The Voices She Heard” by K. Antonio

My mother was a sick woman. She wasn't diseased or ill, she wouldn't lay on her bed with the covers shrouding her body appearing dead or ready to be embalmed, but she was sick nonetheless. She could be seen waltzing barefoot with a frilly, long dress around the living room to a silent tune and then enter a fit, transform, and curdle like sour milk.I was kneeling, scrubbing down our wood floors with an acidic solution, my hands ungloved, bare and burning, my knuckles looking raw and withered, cracked and wrinkled. The ace...

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Author bio

TAKING A BREAK FROM WRITING THIS MONTH. (I'll be simply trying to read and comment while getting some things straightened out). Maybe I'll get a story or two in throughout the month, but it's not my top priority. Teacher & Student & Writer & Translator I read what I can during the week, because my life is pretty busy. Sometimes I give pretty long critiques/feedback. Fun Fact: My writing tends to be pretty emotional, though I'm quite a cold-hearted person.😂🙃

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