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Pamela Zero

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Apr, 2021

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Stranger

Pamela Zero

Submitted to Contest #102

Sharon stopped washing the dishes, a plate held in one hand, a sponge in the other. The man was back, walking down the middle of the street. There was no traffic on the quiet suburban road, but she felt herself flush. She could see him clear as day through the window over the sink. She put the plate down and turned off the water hissing into the sink. Her lips tightened. “What kind of person walks in the middle of the street? Day after day? As if decent people need to see someone get hit by a car in front...

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Yes

Pamela Zero

Submitted to Contest #101

Wess trundled into the room, all four legs stomping firmly on the ground, sticklike torso whirring around, a dozen arms flailing. The small eyes dotting its arms blinked randomly. “Thank you for coming,” said its fellow librarian, Urtless. “I’m at a complete loss. She’s so lovely, and I’m, well…” He looked down at his own boring bipedal form. “Do we know her exact date of birth?” asked Wess. “Perhaps we can examine historical and cultural events during her childhood. this will allow you subjects for conversation." “...

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Breakfast

Pamela Zero

Submitted to Contest #100

Muscles straining, Gelsoy stretched one of her left tentacles as far as she could, barely able to curl the tip around the softly shining pebble. It was wedged deep in a crevice but the blue glow emanating from it gave it away. She pulled at it, teasing the stone loose. She hid it from view and dropped it down into the sand, burying it deeply, quickly. “Any luck?” asked her mentor, Kess. She was just a meter away, the delicate filigree of a coral between the two of them. “None,” lied Gelsoy. As one of the tri...

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Lucky

Pamela Zero

Submitted to Contest #98

The audio meter strapped to my left wrist was glitching again. I hit it with the side of my hand. The soft whack seemed loud in the silence. This was the longest night of the cycle and both moons were full. I wouldn’t get a chance as good as this for another thirteen months. The small box made a sputtering sound and the lights flickered on. 5 of them, all yellow. I breathed a sigh of relief. I couldn’t afford a better meter. This one would have to do. The ruins around me glowed in the moonlight, radiant g...

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Privacy

Pamela Zero

Submitted to Contest #95

The globe hovered silently in the middle of the room. It was about a meter across, with a clear surface and an inside filled with glowing orange and yellow gasses. Four Temple guards stood around it, phase guns drawn, faces stern. A distant sound of bells chiming mid-morning trickled through the air. Last Poin walked in, his deep green ambassador’s robe rustling as he knelt to look at the underside of the globe. “Who saw it first?” he asked. “I did, sir,” said one of the guards. “What’s your name?” asked Poin, awkwa...

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Cursed

Pamela Zero

Submitted to Contest #94

Essya turned and fled, taking advantage of her slim frame to slip between the columns of the murky tomb. The monster wasn’t small enough to follow her directly, but it would eventually figure out a way around the stone blocking its way. She stood just out of reach of its clawed hand, grasping uselessly through the gap. “What’s your name” she asked conversationally. The monster howled in frustration and bit at a column. She leaned forward a tiny bit. “What was that?” She had lived in the tombs long enough to know the...

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After

Pamela Zero

Submitted to Contest #93

After Pamela Zero I bent down and picked up a wilted flower from the floor. It was crushed, pink and white petals swirled flat. The edges were brown. “What have you got there, Peggy?” asked my father. He stood near the window, one hand clutching the desk next to him and the other tugging at his shirt collar. He insisted on wearing button down shirts even though he couldn’t handle buttons anymore. I stood up, watching him cautiously. The stroke had hit his left side hard. His fingers, once dexterous and nimble, now plucked at h...

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Click

Pamela Zero

Submitted to Contest #92

Click Pamela Zero The sounds ratcheted through the empty house. A click, a pop, then a slow hissing that whispered into silence. Karr sat in the corner of the front room and watched shadows shimmer and dance around her. She hugged herself, wrapping her arms around her thin frame, holding still. Her jaw jutted out. Moon faced, her father used to call her. She searched the shadows and wondered if one of them was him. He had been in the car with her. Sunlight streamed in from the front picture window, but the sha...

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