Ophelia S

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Oct, 2019

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8 Stories

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“The Division of Power according to the Constitution” by Ophelia S

Submitted to Contest #244

The man up in the pulpit embodied what a true intellectual looked like in Ana's mind. He did so because of his undoubtable ability in rhetoric, how he conveyed perfectly his ideas as if there was no distance between his mind and his lips and how he did it with immense ease. The Professor was hardly a decade older than her, he went to the same college as she did not that many years ago, and sometimes spoke of certain professors still with the reverence only a student would have. His face was nearly unwrinkled, not handsome and yet charming, f...

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“The heart is it's own prison” by Ophelia S

Submitted to Contest #70

When the sun rose, I myself had already been up for many hours. I looked through the barn door, able to see the golden rays kissing the glistening, humid grass that shines in glorious green. The hills, that look so somber at night, under the light of the new day are of an exquisite beauty, filled with trees and pulsing with life. A faint smile crossed my lips while my hands continued to milk the cow; the pungent noise of the liquid hitting the metal bucket was already familiar to me.My days never truly start, and never really end; they are o...

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“To F., in silence” by Ophelia S

Submitted to Contest #46

"I didn't want him, I wanted the impossibility of him", Louise tried to convince herself as soon she saw Fernand. When his imponent figure walked inside that delicate environment, she was awe itself. A smile was conceived in her mind but all that came to her lips was a clumsy stretch of her trembling lips over her teeth. He's here, she thought, he'll know. Fernand was older now, she could see it in his face and in the glimpse of wisdom that hid in his eyes; streaks of grey hair could be seen emerging in the midst of the thick ebony colored ...

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“I love you best, Babe” by Ophelia S

Submitted to Contest #42

While Manhattan was drowing in the storm, so was Charlie. His toughts inundated his mind to a point where he couldn't even finish one properly. That morning, when he woke up, he was so sure that that day was going to be that day that changed his life for good, and yet now here he was, back at the old same ways.Louie, his boss, sent him to New York City for a quick trip in business and he, loyal as always, went, even though he was fully aware of the impacts that such a casual thing would have in his sanity.He waited for her that night in John...

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“There ain't no rest for the wicked” by Ophelia S

Submitted to Contest #42

Charlie, the man who never hesitated, hesitated. He stood in the other side of the street for a moment, while the merciless rain poured down over the neighborhood, taking in the gloomy image of that wooden sign. It had been over six years since he hadn't gifted the place with his presence; before that, he visited it every single night, sucking on his Lucky Strike as if he was the king of the world. Maybe he was, indeed, a king, and if he wasn't, that place sure made he feel like it. The italian suits, the finest cuban cigars, the respect of ...

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“The absurd weight of late night laundry” by Ophelia S

Submitted to Contest #31

I woke up with the sound of the upstairs neighbors marching as if to invade Poland. One must give to Caesar what is Caesar's and say that the walls of my building were made with the sole intent of keeping the structure up; when it came to drown out the noise, I don't believe the builders gave a rat's ass. That thought made my irritation towards the upstairs neighbors less inflamed.Waken up by such heavy footsteps, for a moment I didn't quite know where I was, but slowly the consciousness came back and I realized I had dozed off while watchin...

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“One time thing” by Ophelia S

Submitted to Contest #13

Dead, he said. His words carried the usual weight of someone who is not used to death, someone who maybe fears an unsettling reaction from the receptor of those grim news he had to deliver; after all, the only thing scarier than the absence of emotions is their very display. I wanted to laugh, really, tell him to not be so frail and hesitant, it is nothing but pathetic. Yes, Lucas has been dead for years now! Shout it! Proclaim it! Do not be faltering, looking at me as if I was the poor man who got the news too late. Of course I knew he was ...

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“The return of the old lover” by Ophelia S

Submitted to Contest #13

The hallways, labyrinthine, wide and ghoulish, attracted her in a weird manner, as if her feet were eager to feel the touch of the cold hardwood floor and explore that fascinating place. For some reason, Pauline could not stop thinking about it; she sighed, tossed and turned in the imponent matress that she laid on, faced the ceiling and counted sheep, however she could not sleep. Every now and then her eyes met the eyes of the big oil portrait that hanged in her room; it was a woman, fair and pale, with unsettling big brown eyes and some so...

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"É só o amor que conhece o que é verdade"