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Olive Silirus

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Oct, 2022

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Dear Vivian

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 fingers, your sharp tongue. I can remember every little aspect of you, up to the way you smirk at me when I say something stupid, and I can’t recall even a moment I might have...

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The Lion in the Box

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 bowl of food ...

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This is my brain in love

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. “I think I found somethin...

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Fútbol and other, more important things

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 marching band, wh...

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The Day of the Gracious

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 he or she ruled. Perhaps ‘inspect’ would be too ge...

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The Ribbon Girl

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 head and spilled red and white ribbons from its depths, they murmured that she perhaps had no hair and wore a ridiculous wig made of string...

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