Olive Silirus

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Oct, 2022

Stories (9)

9 Stories

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“The Tale of the Rabbit-Eared Dragon” by Olive Silirus

There was once a knight who didn’t particularly like being a knight.In fact, he loathed it.He loathed the heavy, cold armor that he wore, he despised the uncomfortable helmet that sat upon his head, he hated the lumpy cot he lay in at night in the knight’s barracks. And he couldn’t stand the tedious tasks that he carried through day after day. Lower the drawbridge. Put it back up again. Investigate the old woman’s suspicious garden patch. Set up the next festival or execution. The same dull routine.But when one’s fath...

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“Signs of Growing Up” by Olive Silirus

The first sign of growing up was the rubber bands. Holding one in each small fist, Lottie knew her time had finally come. Or, at the very least, was coming very quickly. Probably too quickly. A dreadful, downward spiral of getting older. Lottie wasn’t sure how she knew it, only that she did. A year prior to this moment, she never would have given even a glance to the two perfectly matching ponytails; she would have surel...

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“Dear Vivian” by Olive Silirus

Dear Vivian, You are the only one I remember. Everyone who has come to visit me since ‘The Accident’ (as they all call it) has meant nothing to me. I take one look at them and I know they aren’t you. They all have these big, sympathetic eyes that look at me like I’m some lost puppy. It’s odd. Vivian, I remember you so clearly; your straight red hair, your slender finge...

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“Lui” by Olive Silirus

Lui was the way I always said her name was spelled, even though I knew it was wrong. My mom thought it was silly - it was supposed to be spelled Louis. That’s how it was spelled in The Trumpet of the Swan, the book that our Lui was named for. But then again, our Lui was a duck, and E.B. White’s Louis was a massive swan. There had been another Lui before the one we all grew so attached to. He was a tiny, unhealthy duckling, who barely survived for longer than a week. He never ate, he never grew, and h...

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“The Lion in the Box” by Olive Silirus

If being the only lion in the pet shop had perks, Leo had certainly never been treated to them. As he lazed in a pile of soiled wood chips, staring woefully out the glass wall, he considered the misfortune of his situation. Stuck in this cramped prison, watching as, day after day, Patterfeet ran by, yelping in excitement or fear, Rufflefeathers squawked unhappily, and all the while, humans admired them like they were the most precious, un-vexing things in the world. Leo was disdainful of this place; it was most odious. The bow...

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“This is my brain in love” by Olive Silirus

The woman who confronts me on her front step is about as old and brittle as they come. Her eyes are dull, a pasty blue. Her face practically disappears beneath layer after layer of wrinkles, and her pale skin looks as though it hasn’t seen the sun in years.We stare at each other for a moment before I speak. “Um, hello ma’am.” I say, feeling myself shrink under her harsh gaze. “Does a Matthew Roberts live here?”Her eyebrows furrow. “Gah!” she says. “What do you want?” She prods me with her cane, and I jump away. “...

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“Fútbol and other, more important things” by Olive Silirus

I guess the sudden love for soccer was the first surprise.My brother had never been much of a sports person before his mission trip to Ethiopia, besides the occasional hockey game we went to, or the shot put and discus he did at school. None of our family really was, of course. At that time, I spent the majority of my time in my bedroom, writing, reading, drawing, or simply messing around. My headphones always accompanied me when I did these things. And I always had a song stuck in my head.The trip was also before he joined ...

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“The Day of the Gracious” by Olive Silirus

Warning: brief mention of deathA stranger was walking the streets of the market.The young man meandered idly about, his head held high and his nose wrinkled. Occasionally, his bejeweled hands would reach into a nearby basket, selecting a fruit and inspecting it before tossing it back.The vendors watched with hateful eyes, not daring to protest.After all, today was the Day of the Gracious.Every seven months, the reigning monarch would come to inspect the markets and homes of the men and women h...

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“The Ribbon Girl” by Olive Silirus

They called her the ribbon girl. Though she rarely walked through the cobbled, gray streets of her small town, the villagers spoke often of her. They spread unkind and foolish rumors of the once unnoticed inhabitant of their hamlet. They whispered words of deceit and watched carefully whenever the young girl came into their view, searching for a crack or a flaw. Because of the black hood that covered her he...

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Author bio

Complete bibliophile and lexiphile (Lover of books and words.) Music obsessed and rookie writer. Probably spend too much time in my room with my headphones on. Favorite books: Harry Potter, (#7, Hufflepuff forever!) The Lunar Chronicles, The Princess Bride, (So many great quotes!) Nevermoor, The Betsy - Tacy series and many, many more! (Also, anything by Kate Dicamillo)