Maya Zauberman

“One of The Guys” by Maya Zauberman

Submitted to Contest #65

It’s the crack of dawn in the suburbs when Marcus comes to the door, knocking with the edge of his gun on the door. The sky’s red, and gold, with a tiny hint of blue, just like his huffing, clearly cold face. He shuffles his feet on the welcome mat, jumping from one foot to another as he peers through the window.  “Hello!” Marcus screams, as loud as an asthmatic smoker could. “Anyone home? I’m the new neighbor!” His voice is gruff and low. Silence. Curtains ruffle in the window, with a nose and a glaring pair of eyes disappearing fr...

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“Duality” by Maya Zauberman

                    Duality             By Maya Zauberman             Reedsy Contest 211, Prompt 5 RING. RING. RIING. The sound of the doorbell bounces off the walls, and I almost choke on my Sunshine tongue-patch. I barely crack open the door before Maria barges in, her arms full of vodka and beer. “Oh. My. God, Emily!” she screams . “It has been the LONGEST time since w...

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“Cyrano's Nose” by Maya Zauberman

Submitted to Contest #59

Cyrano’s Nose A Short Story By Maya Zauberman Response to Prompt #1, Writing Contest 208 Two women stand near a French window, their noses pressed against the cold glass. Their hawk eyes trail a loaded moving van across the street, watching it stop in front of an old Tudor manor. Their noses crinkle, and their eyebrows rise as they check out a rather flashily dressed female jump out of the moving van, with what might have been her clone. The woman on the left--Sandra the silver haired, and bedangled with ancient Egyptian jewelry-...

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“Pageant Child” by Maya Zauberman

Submitted to Contest #33

The girl sighs, as she adjusts her bow in the mirror. She steps back, looking at her half-girl, half-woman body, just to make sure that the bow matched the rest of the school uniform. She preens, crowing her head slightly forward. “It’s a cute look for the first day of school—with the glitter, and the pink lining. It’s definitely something Mom would pick out.” She whispers to herself, smiling at the memory of catching her mother slipping it into her closet last night. Her shoulders slump, and her smile fades, as she stares harder i...

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“For The Love of Money” by Maya Zauberman

Submitted to Contest #27

Zauberman                                      For The Love Of Money  ClickBefore I can even blink, the weird man with the ski mask has the business end of a shot gun pointed straight at my face.“Give me the money”. His voice is low and hoarse, as though he’s just getting over a cough.I start to laugh while shitting my pants.Oh god, oh god, oh g...

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