Mariam Mansuryan

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Aug, 2020

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“Night Ride” by Mariam Mansuryan

“Are you coming tonight? Why am I asking, of course, you are!” “I’m actually not.” “Wait, what?” “Yeah, I’m gonna stay in the dorm and study, or watch a movie, or do something else. I don’t know. I’m not coming to the party.” “Did anything happen? Do you wanna talk?” “Nothing happened, Gina. I just don’t feel like coming, that’s all.” “But, wait… I don’t get it. You were waiting ...

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“Garden of Eden” by Mariam Mansuryan

Joe sat under the bridge. Well, it wasn’t really a bridge, more of an overpass between life and death. While the doctors did their best, and I mean really, the best, to bring Joe back to life, in the end, it all depended on him. Whether he would decide to turn left to life or right to death. To live or to die, that is Joe’s question. It might seem obvious to many o...

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“Jackie” by Mariam Mansuryan

Some ten years ago, Jack came to the orphanage dressed in some suit and a tie, totally overacting the part of a wanna-be good parent to an orphan child. Lizzy walked him through the institution. Her tour took place under the usual classical music they kept replaying for the impression of high-class. The kids in the room had crumbled at the window to watch their new hope of escape from this place. I remember sitting on th...

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“Basket Full of Figs” by Mariam Mansuryan

I was set to roll that stone up the hill again. By God's curse or Devil's glory, I stood at the pit again, with the same stone, alone with myself and no else around to talk about the past victories over the forces of the infinite.Why do I do this, again? I don't recall anymore the reason for my punishment, millennia tend to make details perish from the memory. I only know that here is the stone, and here am I.On we go, one more time up that hill that never ends. I'm used to this. The fog of the night, t...

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“We burn. The world” by Mariam Mansuryan

It went like this -A deafening noise. A dark cloud. A world, void of color.People covering their ears. All as one, shaking like epileptics when an attack strikes.Something was going on in their heads. Grown up people begging for their mothers, huddling in on themselves. A lonely girl, with orange hair and freckles, running naked in a sunflower field, looking up at the sky shouting for someone. Some didn't wait for the impact, some lost their minds straight away.I took...

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“This bus full of Strangers” by Mariam Mansuryan

E really wants to open the window, yet there's no command from a higher authority to do so. She is a shy girl from a small town with a mother who brought her up under the strictest regime. E had to be home before 9. E had to obey her mother's commands. E had to please her mother until the end. E's mother died yesterday. She is taking the bus to the swimming pool like she do...

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“Earth Sunflower” by Mariam Mansuryan

The lights went out. We were stuck in deep space. Travellers trapped in the endlessness. And as we floated, we had no more to do but to look out from the round windows and contemplate the orbiting galaxies. Bill stood by my side. "This is the end." My commander said. The stars reminded me of the freckles on Hilda's cheeks. Her wav...

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“The Return of Will” by Mariam Mansuryan

Shakespeare has written plays not only as a legacy to England, but tales that have stirred up souls all across the world. We know of his Hamlet, chasing the ghost of his father and seeking the death of his uncle. We know of Lady Macbeth desperately trying to wash blood off her criminal hands. We know of Romeo screaming - "Juliet, my Juliet!" But what we don't know is of one fine miracle wh...

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