Myla Christides

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Dec, 2024

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“Come back stronger” by Myla Christides

Dear Flynn. (And anyone else who reads this) I knew it was wrong. I knew I shouldn’t have done it. But I did. And although I’m sorry, I don’t regret it. I’m sorry it hurt you. I didn’t mean for that to happen. But if given the chance, I would do it again. It was worth it. So though I wish it would have happened differently, I don’t regret it. And to those reading this after what’s going to happen, I guess I better give you the whole story. I’d like to say it started four years ago but in truth, it started the first day of Year five. I was th...

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“Just coffee” by Myla Christides

What would you like?Coffee please.Just coffee?Yes, just coffee.No food?No.No snack?Snacks are food and no.So just coffee?Yes, just coffee.Are you sure?Yes.Hmm, well I would recommend the millionaire shortbread.No.You see, it’s this shortbread brick, then a caramel layer and finally hard chocolate. Would you like to try it?I said no.Are you sure?Yes.So you do want it?No. I want coffee. Just coffee. Nothing else.Nothing?Yes. Nothing.Not even coffee?Argh! I want coffee and nothing after that.What about before the coffee?No!Not even for free?No!...

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“After Imprisonment” by Myla Christides

I stare at the iron bars in sadness. I see other inmates reaching through their cells, like it'll get them out. I watch them like I'm not. Like I'm having an out-of-body experience. Like I'm here and elsewhere. My body is behind these bars but my mind is still in that office. I was so angry. I couldn't stop myself. I leapt forwards and secured the lawyer's throat in my hands. In the back of my mind, I knew it wasn't his fault. He hadn't wanted to tell me the bad news, he was the messenger not the decider. But my family had worked so hard for...

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“The Ruined Wish” by Myla Christides

Submitted to Contest #281

CHAPTER 1the partyEvery year, the town of Goldbrook throw a party for Last Night. Some people call it New Year’s Eve. It’s a small town but a big party. Everyone goes, people dance, they eat, they chat; but mostly, they party. Past grievances are forgotten as they celebrate the end of one turn and the beginning of the next. It’s a joyous time for everyone. It has been for centuries. This one should be no different, yet Sapphire Dove couldn’t shake the feeling of unease for that evening. It was clear no one else felt it, everyone was having f...

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