Konstantina Cheiladaki

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Aug, 2019

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7 Stories

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“Things Like That Don't Happen In This Neighborhood.” by Konstantina Cheiladaki

It was a fishing village as far back as she could remember. With waves crashing against the grey of the shore, their foam soaking people through. And little by little, every time the foam landed on them, they got a little of the Sea; until they became one, their minds liquid as Hers, an array of emotions only She could ever fathom.And oh, how they adored Her.She was the Mother that birthed them all, the divine blue of their quiet lives.It was a quiet village indeed, and as the grey and blue washed over them, nobody to...

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“Home.” by Konstantina Cheiladaki

“I just wanna go home,” her voice was rasped, the light hurting her eyes. “So come home,” ground control replied, a dry with age male voice. “So come home,” replied the stars. Day 278 since the Accident. She was running low. Her rations cut short, the only one left. Dry bread and packaged water. She knew she couldn’t make it; it was a ten-day trip to Mars, a five-day trip back home. “I ...

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“Pistachio” by Konstantina Cheiladaki

I miss seeing people’s faces on the street. I remember my art teacher saying how the nose is the most prominent part of a face; well, Mr. Jackson, I haven’t seen a single nose in eight months. This probably sounds insane (does it really?) but I don’t know anymore. I quit smoking, I just chaw pistachio shells now, the crunching sound they make when they break is far more compelling than the smoke. ...

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“You.” by Konstantina Cheiladaki

“911, what’s your emergency?” You stand there; mocking me, your face the very definition of disgust. I end the call, tears stinging the back of my eyes. “What are you going to say?” Your voice drips with sarcasm, but in the light of the rising sun, you are beautiful. “That you ran out of pills?” I don’t answer and you scoff. Typical. But it is true, I ran out of pills this very morning. “Every...

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“Forget Me Not” by Konstantina Cheiladaki

Waking up, I can’t remember a thing of last night. Which isn’t new. The only thing anyone really remembers is that they have forgotten. “Breakfast!” a female voice called from downstairs, and she could be my mother, my sister, my aunt, hell, she could even be my wife. “In five!” I call back, reaching at the inside of my pillow. I don’t even have to remember to do it, it has become muscle mem...

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“Eternal” by Konstantina Cheiladaki

"The Earth is littered with the ruins of empires that believed they were eternal." Stella underlined her writing on the chalkboard. "It is a quote by Camille Paglia and your work for today is to think about it, alright? Maybe write me a word or two on it." "What's an empire?" the dark skinned boy eyed the board with narrowed eyes. "It's, uh- Do you know what a kingdom is?" The boy nodded...

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“Ghosts of Dust” by Konstantina Cheiladaki

It was a sunny morning for Peter. And it stayed that way for him, even though the sky was covered with debris falling slowly on the ground, like the most peculiar snow, along with papers drifting through the air like weightless birds. And it was so; for Peter was lying motionless on the floor of his office, blood covering his forehead, as the floor was falling, and falling, to crash to the floor below, setting it on fire. And the date was September 11, 2001. This is...

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Author bio

Hello there! My name is Konstantina, I study Architecture, and my passion is to write. Be warned that I love commas and semicolons, and sometimes, monologues. <3