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M.R.R. Talampas

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jul, 2024

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The Clause

M.R.R. Talampas

Submitted to Contest #310

Viewer Discretion Advised. The Clause “I don’t know what haunts me more—the silence of the children, or the fact that we all heard it and sang along.”— Kara Ellison, journalist, weeks before her disappearance. Note: This quote was recovered from an unpublished exposé titled “The Claus Protocol,” now sealed by federal order. Act I - Shine Nina didn’t cry when her parents signed her away.Nobody really did anymore.At the depot, they handed her the envelope with her name in gold foil. A smiley elf stamped her boarding pass and thanked her mo...

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Inkbound Chains

M.R.R. Talampas

Submitted to Contest #304

Inkbound ChainsArise in the Temple of InkI awoke in darkness to the relentless scratch of an unseen quill—a sound that seemed to echo from a forgotten age and both caress and condemn my every thought. In the fragile space between sleep and full consciousness, I found myself standing in a corridor constructed not of brick or stone but of trembling, paper-thin walls upon which living words danced and shifted. The very air reeked of aged paper and spilled secrets, and every syllable etched into those surfaces murmured of destinies lost to time....

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Shadowed Light

M.R.R. Talampas

Submitted to Contest #300

Chapter 1: The Ecclesiastical EconomyRain fell in endless waves over Vyridium, slicking the narrow streets of the Lower Quarter with grime and oil-slick puddles that shimmered faintly under the artificial light. Above, the Celestial Veil dominated the skyline, a dome spanning the entire city, twisting sunlight into calculated patterns. It wasn’t merely a technological marvel; it was the Sanctum of Light’s most insidious creation. Through the Veil, the Sanctum dictated the very existence of shadows. They were warped, fragmented, cast only whe...

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Entering Affrahim

M.R.R. Talampas

Submitted to Contest #289

In the bathroom of a nightclub named the Odyssey, Leonore Shulze dried her tears with a brown paper towel that was so thin, Leonore could see right through it.Leonore closed the stall door behind her, the sound of muffled music and someone washing their hands kept her from vomiting, she focused on the sounds to ground her back to reality. She took her right hand, the one with all her rings, and bent down to unlatch the belt of her red heels. Despite being the clean freak she was, Leonore set her stocking clothed foot on the nasty public bath...

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Bionic Roots

M.R.R. Talampas

Submitted to Contest #285

I woke to the sound of a plastic propeller slowly starting to go fast then stop at a steady pace of speed. Power from my brain, it surges through my body. I slowly open my eyes—it makes sense that my mind comes first, then my actions—the sky was grey, the sun bright in my peripheral vision.I move my eyes slightly.Oh, that’s a ceiling, I’m in a building, and the "sun" was a light on an arm—46 watts. But of what building? It was unfamiliar. But also, who am I? I feel as if I know everything except for who I am. All these facts and statistics s...

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Christmas Craving

M.R.R. Talampas

Submitted to Contest #281

TW: Physical violence, gore, drugs, self-harm, adult themes, sexual situationsDetective Harding arrived at Sam Bristletons house three weeks after Christmas. He got a call from Sam’s ex-wife, Dawn, that she hasn’t seen Sam in weeks and that she isn’t answering her phone calls, and Dawn is a mess.Being Dawn’s friend for years, Harding agreed to check in on Sam for her. He knew tye problems they had, Sam's drinking, so checking on her felt like the least he could do for them.Harding had to bash the door in with his foot. When he stepped inside...

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Shifting

M.R.R. Talampas

Submitted to Contest #272

In Shine Howl, strange things happen. From serial killer Bunnymen and a decapitated woman roaming the graveyards scaring both the dead and the living, to beings from a totally different world. People call them folklore and scary stories. The residents call it hell. You can call it whatever you’d like—Hell, a curse, God’s wrath—it didn’t matter. Not to Lucy M. Hillwood.Lucy grew up in Shine Howl, and she’s seen things others haven’t, she only kept quiet for her own sanity. She lived in Shine Howl up until she was twenty-three, then she moved,...

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How to Make Lobster Chowder

M.R.R. Talampas

Submitted to Contest #270

How To Make Lobster ChowderPosted on Witch's Today by: Chelsea SutherlandPicture the leaves outside changing colour, the days are getting shorter, you notice it getting colder based on your breath coming into shape in front of you. The bugs go quiet, the birds start to migrate, people begin to prepare for the next three months of intense holidays. In this scenario, you’re just a kid and school starts next week. The world is new to you, you have no worries. Mom and dad take care of everything so you can be a kid.That’s what I go for when I ma...

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Author bio

Hi, I’m Malaya River Reyes Talampas—but I publish under M.R.R. Talampas. I’m 18, half-Filipino, and a writer who’s just starting out in a world already crowded with voices that are only known as extraordinary.

But I’m not here to play it safe.

I write stories that are emotionally honest, politically charged, and sometimes uncomfortably dark. I tackle themes like trauma, abuse, cultural erasure, and identity—not to glorify them, but to confront them head-on. Some of it comes from personal experience, some from obsessive research, but all of it comes from the heart. If something I write ever crosses a line or misrepresents someone’s truth, I genuinely want to know. I'm open to feedback, especially if it makes me a better, more responsible storyteller.

My work blends genres, tones, and styles—I don’t like being boxed in. I believe flash fiction can be just as complex as a novel, and I try to pack as much meaning as I can into every word. Whether it’s satire, horror, sci-fi, or something unclassifiable, I always aim for one thing: truth, no matter how strange or bleak.

Thanks for reading.

— M.R.R. Talampas