Nava Zieliński

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jan, 2025

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4 Stories

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“my father, not like Your Father” by Nava Zieliński

Submitted to Contest #288

The boys were all huddled around a table. Not a rickety table, not crooked in any way. Sébastien's grandfather had built it how many years ago? It didn't matter. The table was smooth, never giving anyone splinters if they ran their palm over the surface. All the legs, perfectly even, supported the flat of the top, which was large enough to splay maps of all kinds on it. Maps were the topic of the day. The boys were scribbling and erasing all over the map of Dondou, their little fishing town in the south of British colonial Nigeria, not too f...

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“I had died young” by Nava Zieliński

Submitted to Contest #287

The lights were bright, as expected. Though I guess I wasn't really sure what to expect. There was no fog, but my eyes were having a hard time clearing, like I was waking up from a long night of sleep.Ahead of me stood a table: one of those outdoor tables that you might see in Paris. We could've been in Paris, for all I know. I was dead, after all. I noticed a bird on the table, opposite to an outdoor chair (that really looked like something from Paris). The bird was an indistinguishable breed, but was the size of a parrot, and it also hadn'...

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“It's always been out of my hands” by Nava Zieliński

Submitted to Contest #287

Marianne had died on a warm summer night, I would learn. Her favorite time of year. My aunt Tilly had found her lying in a hammock outside of her trailer in who knows where after she disappeared. Figures, I thought. Tilly flipped out and called my dad, as if she'd never been around an overdose before. I never got to see my mom's body, but I kind of had a sense of what it had looked like. She had died the day before my twenty-second birthday. Showstopper. Marianne liked to sit in my dad’s car and smoke for at least thirty minutes a day. He ca...

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“Do you like me?” by Nava Zieliński

"Do you think if you closed your eyes really hard, or concentrated really hard- y'know with your eyes closed- you could beam yourself into the past and tell your mom, like really, really beg your mom, not to marry?"Eyes beaming, sheepishly looking up at the man sitting across from her, over the beautiful place settings and silky cloth, Miriam thought this would be her first mistake of many throughout the evening.She quickly laughed to herself, as if to say "of course! I was just pretending to be crazy". He chuckled softly in response- mercy,...

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