Lina Oz

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Sep, 2020

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“Pripovjedač” by Lina Oz

“How are you, Ginger? It’s been too long!”The plump orange cat stares back at me blankly. Perhaps a little annoyed, even. Truthfully, I can’t blame her. I never have any food for her.“Really? Nothing?”I tentatively reach out my hand toward the open window where she's perched on the sill. When my fingers are mere inches away, she quickly rises, stretches, and jumps to the ground below. For a moment, it looked like she even rolled her dark green eyes.“So much for making friends,” I scowl after her. She'll be back...

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“Don't Take The Money” by Lina Oz

She saunters stiffly beside him, her hands clenched into small fists at her sides. She looks directly ahead. Her counterfeit smile does not reach her cold blue eyes. Her long, satin magenta gown swishes around her feet with each step, a cascade of sparkles flashing before every photographer’s eyes.His pursed lips morph into a grin as he follows her into the light of the stage and looks out at the crowd, displaying perfectly white teeth. He pumps his fists in the air––to which the crowd hollers in glee––and flaunts his magenta bow t...

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“Simplicity: Part 2” by Lina Oz

I stare at the young man with the kind blue eyes seated in front of me. He happily chomps down on a cheeseburger, ketchup dripping from the back of the bun and onto the table. His gaze occasionally flits up to meet mine before his cheeks redden and he glances down again.“Er…what’s your name?” he finally breathes, breaking the silence. It wasn’t an uncomfortable one. The quiet was nice, actually, especially after the chants of thousands of fans still echoing in my ear from the concert I’d abandoned. It feels like years ago. Perhaps ...

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“Burn the F*cking House Down: Episode 3” by Lina Oz

“Okay, Wizz, do you want to tell them the surprise? Or shall I?”“You always have such a flair for the dramatic, Paul. You go right on ahead.”“Always such a gentleman. Folks, last time you heard us, we were testing out some magical new coffee drinks. Well, you won’t believe where we are this fine morning. After spending endless amounts of money––”“––none from our sponsors or our fans, of course––”“––and lots of last-minute planning––completely legal and ethical, of course––we managed to scrape up two ro...

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“Glass Ceiling” by Lina Oz

I stare at my crew.Of course, they whisper. My life is full of their endless whispers; it’s a goddamn constant presence on this ship. I roll my eyes.“Smithson.”“Yes, Captain?”“Please relate to my crew that if I find them discussing the matter of my sex again, I will personally rip their balls from their bodies, freeze them, and use them as ice cubes to chill my next bottle of rum. Got it?”Smithson grins. He’s always been one to stand by my side. A good lad, of course.One of the only go...

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“Served” by Lina Oz

My eyes flutter open.I’m panting. My arms are shaking. The covers are soaked and sticky and pungent.I sit up, terrified to look down at the sheets.I do anyways.No stains. Just…water. Sweat. My sweat.I squeeze my eyes shut.The memory flashes behind my eyelids. I see his own dark green eyes, narrowed into slits, staring into mine with anger and shock and horror. I watch my hand sail through the air; it cuts through the space smoothly and gracefully. I see the blade of the knife as it sinks into his ...

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“Simplicity” by Lina Oz

“You’re on in five. Ready?”I stare at Alyssa. She jerks her head to the stage, giving me the all-too-familiar “what the hell are you doing?” look.“Um...”“Well? What the hell are you doing? This is it! Go!”“Right. Yeah.”My body moves on its own accord. I look down, rather surprised to see my legs moving forward, robotic and stiff, toward the stage. I glance up. I’m at the edge of the curtain. My eyes drift around the material, and I swallow.Hundreds––no, thousands––of fans are ...

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“F*ck This” by Lina Oz

“Sisters, are we ready?” Vanessa hisses, staring at the two other women with narrowed and dark eyes, clutching the spell book in her pale hands. She’s the tallest of the three, with long black hair to her knees and slender fingers; Regina is the thinnest, with icy blue eyes and silvery hair that swirls around her shoulders. Mary Ann is the smallest in both height and stature; she’s a tiny thing, with a small round nose and small red lips and small dry hands. But her brown eyes are large and unblinking.“Yes, sister,” Regina and Mary...

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“Re: Don't Freak Out” by Lina Oz

To: Elsie Harning <elharn82@gmail.com>From: Annika Harning <iamdead@theotherside.com>Subject: Don’t Freak Out, Just Read ThisEls,Don’t freak out when you get this, okay? Please. Just read through this email. You’ll probably want to remember to breathe, too. [In, hold for four seconds, out, hold for four seconds. Got it?]I found a way to communicate with you, just for 24 hours. Don’t ask how; had to make some shady deals with some higher (and lower) powers. But they set this up for ...

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“Freed” by Lina Oz

“Victoria, please.”“This is so stupid. And you know I hate it when you call me that.”“It’s really not. You just have to dig up my grave, burn my bones, and then I’ll be set free.”I stare at my dead sister’s ghost. This is, quite possibly, the worst birthday I've ever had. And that's saying something, seeing as she died on the last one.“And how the hell do you know that’ll work?”“I’ve seen it before.”“From where?”“Er…a T.V. show?”I glower. She rubs her neck. “You have got...

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“Sparkly Vampires are Douche Bags” by Lina Oz

This is a strictly satirical piece (and my first time writing one). I harbor absolutely no ill will toward Stephanie Meyer. Well, besides that one time she wrote a bestselling saga that spawned five movies resulting in hours of my life that I now can’t get back.///“What’s your name?”“I-it’s Ella,” I stutter, though despite my hiccup in breath, my voice is melodious and dazzling. And seductive, too. But also, virtuous.My fellow peers at the cafeteria table loo...

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“Yes, Master” by Lina Oz

I pause when I reach the threshold of the grand entrance and stare inside the elaborate school facility.It is beautiful. Huge floor-to-ceiling windows line the back wall, with long hallways stretching from either side. The floor is a marbled concoction of white and gold hues. A chandelier drips from the ceiling, the hundreds of thousands of crystals sparkling in the light of the sunny afternoon.And the students. They wander about, the boys and girls, chatting and giggling, their voices light and airy. They wear freshly press...

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“Family Recipe” by Lina Oz

Jack skipped happily from the bus stop to his home. He was very happy; today at school, he’d won a prize for writing a story about a boy who defeated a very scary monster. It was Halloween, after all.He jumped onto his lawn, grinning, running up the steps to share the exciting news with his parents.A cold breeze caused his hand to stop on the doorknob. Jack turned around.There, on the yard of the house that rested at the opposite side of the street, stood an old man. He was rather large, with bright white hai...

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“When can a ghost catch a break around here?” by Lina Oz

I am exhausted from haunting.It gets rather old.At first, it was enthralling––I’ll certainly admit to that. Perhaps not the inception, when my father butchered me in cold, agonizing blood because his auditory hallucinations advised him that I was possessed by a demon. Those memories are particularly distressing, and ones I shall choose not to elucidate; no amount of persuasion will convince me otherwise.Memories, locked. Check.But after that pleasant little episode, things became...interes...

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“destiny comes to town” by Lina Oz

“Hey. I’m Destiny.”“Destiny? Cool name. I like it.”“Thanks. And your's is…?”“Amelia.”“Nice to meet you.”“So. Um. Do you like it here?”“It’s…okay. I like the new house. And the high school seems pretty decent. But I––I kind of miss my friends back home.”“Oh––right. I’m sorry. I can’t imagine what that must be like––to move right in the middle of…what school year are you again?”“Eleventh.”

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Shortlisted: Contest #65 - "Freed"

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Contest #65
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