Perseus Patroclus

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Apr, 2024

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“Cyanide Apples” by Perseus Patroclus

Submitted to Contest #257

We were schoolboys, oblivious to the outside world. Children, not yet corrupted, finding each other and sticking together. Best friends. Lovers. Whatever we were, it made us inseparable. Chris prompted my interest in breaking codes, my excitement for science and math. He was my love, my one true love, even if he wasn’t fully aware of it. I can still remember his beautiful pale skin, shining eyes, the thin curve of his lips. I can still feel the tuft of silky hair that always stood up on his scalp, calloused fingers tracing along leather book...

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“Radical Acceptance” by Perseus Patroclus

Submitted to Contest #255

Trigger warning: Sexual violence, mental health, substance abuse, physical violence, suicide or self harm “Are you listening, Elliot?”No. Obviously I wasn’t.“What? Yes, yeah. Of course.”Dr. Cohen tilts her head, pen poised. Her pad is filled with scribbles, the loopy letters of a doctor. I had been zoning out whilst she droned on about something called DBT manuals, skills, lack of control, whatever- I stopped paying attention after the word 'trauma'.“Are you sure about that? Because you do seem quite dissociated.”I grunt in response and itch...

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“Mastectomy” by Perseus Patroclus

Submitted to Contest #252

Trigger Warning: Medical gore, mental illness, substance abuseDouble incision. Remove the tissue. Sew it up.Self-surgery by an untrained professional is risky, and it would most likely result in death. Even if I was trained, it would be declared as self-mutilation and back into the psych ward I would go. I'd sooner run away than return to that hellhole. Hypothetically- this is very much hypothetical, totally- I would not use anesthesia. That's a given, I can't operate if I'm unconscious. I would need something to numb the pain, though. Heroi...

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“Heart Failure” by Perseus Patroclus

Submitted to Contest #247

Stars. Twinkling bursts of light. Bloodshot, glassy eyes. He has given up.He was supposed to save everyone. Save the world. Save it because the crops wilted. Save it because the water rose and flooded. Save it because the ice dissolved. He was supposed to save it because the earth was about to combust, like his aircraft did a few milliseconds ago.The view would probably take his breath away if he could breathe. He knew what would happen. He was not holding his breath- if he did, his lungs would expand, turn into balloons, and eventually pop....

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Author bio

I like to write about queer and/or mentally diverse people in surreal situations.