Mario \

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jul, 2020

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4 Stories

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“Snow, a Memory, and a Sled” by Mario \

Submitted to Contest #77

When it snows, I think of my sister. I picture Lilly, laughing, in a fuzzy white sweater, with hot chocolate slopping over the edge of her warm mug. I see her falling face-first in an attempt to make a snow angel, tufts of snow perched throughout her hair as she frantically brushes her arms and legs back and forth. There was always a sparkle in her eyes when she slammed the snow shovel into my back in our parent’s driveway. She sang off-key to Christmas carols, and she loved to poke my sides when I made fun of her for it. Most of all, I reme...

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“Never” by Mario \

Submitted to Contest #52

He smiles, across the table from her. His hand reaches to clasp hers, massaging her palm. He eyes the ring on her finger. “You’ll never leave me, will you?” She smiles back, but there’s worry behind her eyes, and her hands slip out of his grasp. She glances quickly and sadly at the wine glass, untouched. “Never.” When the ambulance is gone, she retires to bed. It feels empty and cold without him. She reminds herself that this is what she wanted. But she can’t get it out of her head. The endless song of thud as his body hits the flo...

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“A Fruit Tart In His Stomach” by Mario \

Submitted to Contest #49

She sits quietly, perched ever so carefully on the chair. Her hands smooth the meticulously chosen dress she’s wearing. Sweeping the restaurant, her eyes examine everything. The dim, warm lighting adds difficulty. It attempts at romanticism, but only gives her a feeling of blindness. She can, however, make out a few things. In the booth in front of her, a young couple sits across from each other, as awkward as newborn foals. A few words of their conversation drift towards her, and, wincing slightly, she assures herself that their date...

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“Peter and Mary Jane” by Mario \

Submitted to Contest #48

MJ cried when it closed down. Shaky sobs that spilled from deep within her out into the narrow alley, echoing around her mockingly. Her favorite store, her only home, smushed between two retailers, had taken its final breaths and died. The various superhero comics had been sold for bargain prices, the collector’s paraphernalia distributed to local charities, and the old man who ran it retired and gone, giving her nothing but an empty apology ringing in her ears. Leaving her, lost, betrayed, and with nowhere to go. Again. So, like a turtle, s...

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