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Nita A Mozzi

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jun, 2020

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Tales We Never Told

Submitted to Contest #266

In the middle of the room, my suitcase stays open, half-packed. I sit cross-legged on my bed, looking down at my phone, writing down the last personal details before I can receive an electronic boarding pass. Once I’m done I reach out towards my bedside table, and my fingers brush the hard surface of the paperback copy of Tales We Never Told. I lift it up from its sacred place, drawing circles on the hard paper with my finger tips. I let it go, and stare as it falls down with an abrupt thud. I won’t need it where I am going. A cryptic sile...

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hush, said the wind to the sea

Submitted to Contest #262

I decided to go through my old chats, looking for my architect cousin’s contact information. He must know how much it’s worth, mom had said to me earlier, give me his whatsapp. I didn’t find his number, but I found you. Your name popped up. Fer left the chat, it said. The date was mid May, it was that one group chat with your hostel buddies and I. We hadn’t talked for months, so I found it odd that you decided to randomly exit this inactive group chat. I frowned, trying to recall if I had done something out of the ordinary, like texting you ...

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Hey, Valerie!

Submitted to Contest #259

If you could say only one word for the rest of your life, what would it be?Months after the car accident, Martha came up with a story to help explain my condition. She said that the day I fell into a coma, Death announced itself to me in dreams. Death stood up close to my face. His hollow eyes stared right into my soul and said “Beg for your pathetic life, human,” to which I replied with a shivering voice:“Hey”A greeting, afraid of causing the wrong first impression on such an esteemed, omnipotent being. Death, frustrated by my politeness to...

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Flight Risk

Submitted to Contest #255

She traps the little bird inside her fist. The soft, round edges of the wooden bird token brush against the cold sweat coating Nadia’s palms. It is a souvenir she brought from home before the semester started. She bought it for herself, but soon, it will belong to someone else. She holds her fist close to her chest and stares at the full moon outside her window. Her short breaths become rhythmic, mechanic, mimicking the faint blow of the vent above her head. In this moment, breathing feels like an action that slowly succumbs to a silent pray...

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The Lady in Blue

Submitted to Contest #254

She woke up, letting out shaky breaths and clutching the sheets. As she wiped off the sweat from her forehead, she felt her legs bare and stared at the linen sheets splattered across the wooden floor. Her left arm reached for the empty side of the bed. “Andres must have left the house earlier to head to the capital for those signatures,” she thought. Catalina looked down at her belly and traced her fingers along its spherical shape. “Just a dream,” she muttered to herself, and she stood up to walk toward the dresser., the faint memory of the...

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