Lucyna Polok

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Apr, 2021

Stories (7)

7 Stories

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“Bor(ed)is” by Lucyna Polok

Submitted to Contest #99

Boris had woken up on the floor. He had a bed, but as usual when the nights were this hot, he couldn’t stand staying in it. Martin tried numerous ways of convincing him to stay in bed with him, but to no avail. Boris didn’t mind cuddling on the long winter nights, but in the summer, he needed his space. It was one of the thi...

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“White Nightgown” by Lucyna Polok

Submitted to Contest #95

TW: murder They come late at night. I’m not entirely sure what woke me up at first but the longer I sit motionlessly and strain my hearing, the clearer I can hear the distant murmur of struggle and muffled shouts. My bedroom is untypically illuminated by the soft glow streaming in through the windows, bathing everything in warm, orange light. It is almost as though a fireplace was ...

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“Just Ask” by Lucyna Polok

Submitted to Contest #94

Wednesday, April 21st Bella I can tell she needs my help. Brina is jumping up and down, trying to get down the toaster that we barely use and that our parents keep on the top shelf in the cup...

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“Crazy Girl” by Lucyna Polok

Submitted to Contest #94

„Watch it!” I whirl around to localise the owner of the squeaky voice that has just compromised my hearing. I find it in the form of a 5’2” blondie, currently trying to keep her gaze focused long enough to shoot daggers at me. Uh-oh.

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“The token” by Lucyna Polok

Submitted to Contest #90

Rosha ran. Her muscles aching, her lungs burning, her fawn’s horns snaring in the lower branches above her head, she ran, weaving her way in between the trees. Her long hair got snagged on a branch when she cast a quick glance over her shoulder and she felt a painful tug but ignored it, jerking her head and powering on. Leav...

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“Ride or die” by Lucyna Polok

Submitted to Contest #90

I tug on the fraying edge of the hole in my jeans, right above my knee. I can feel eyes on me. Not the people’s, though the train is crowded. No, I know those are my own demons watching me, crowding me, bringing forth a paranoia so potent, it makes my hands tremble. I tug and twist to busy my shaking fingers with something, all the while keeping my eyes down. Avoiding eye contact.

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“The blinding sun ” by Lucyna Polok

Submitted to Contest #89

I look back at the house, shielding my eyes with my palm. The sun has just risen above the rooftop, shining directly upon me, blinding me. I tell myself that this is the reason why my eyes are watering, why I cover them with a hand. It has absolutely nothing to do with the tears gathering in them, blurring my vision of the building. They sting because too much direct sunlight is bad for you. An...

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Author bio

Impulsive tea drinker, storyteller, dog lover. Believes in magic, ghosts and dragons, but not in love at first sight. Undecided if the world is too small or too big yet - travelling as much as possible to come to a final conclusion. Never been good at writing short stories, so this is my attempt to stay committed and keep my creativity going! When I'm not writing here or working on my other projects, I'm posting on my blog: https://bookofeel.wordpress.com/