Phil Solo

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Sep, 2021

Stories (9)

9 Stories

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“I Want Home” by Phil Solo

Submitted to Contest #255

This text contains the horrors of war and may affect your mood. [Line censored], 9 October 1917, France.Born: 25 July 1890.Regiment: 2/10 Middlesex regiment.Regiment number: 2857Rank: Private This letter is being delivered in an 'Honour Envelope' and shall be read and censored only in London, avoiding all the other checks.  Hello, my sunflower. I am sorrY I don't have the time to write you more letters (I would like though). It's been quite a tough time here, since the end of September my division went to Passchendaele. The whOLe Augus...

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“la cocaína no es buena para su salud” by Phil Solo

Submitted to Contest #254

Our todays' personaje J.T grew up in the vicinity of a city. All his young time he spent surrounded by his friends with whom he used to chill and stroll back and forth the neighborhood almost every warm evening. One individual and brave (for such a district) feature of our character was the resistance of not smoking, not drinking alcohol, and not doing anything against the law. Needless to say, that all his friends and others were the opposite, however, some of them showed respect to him for being such an assertive and self-confident guy, wh...

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“K2” by Phil Solo

Submitted to Contest #253

'All right, mate, thank you for these days together, they have been simply brilliant.''Likewise, Manuel, as I can see you haven't changed your mind, gonna leave us today,' said Nika coming towards Manuel to give him a last friend hug.'Yeap, unfortunately, I gotta go.''Job won't be waiting for you, huh?''True, don't wanna be fired, Nika, not all of us are artists like you.'Nika smiled.They hugged each other and Nika patted him on the back.'So fifteen days for China, and after straight to my home.''Fifteen days, I still think it's an awfully s...

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“Ma” by Phil Solo

Submitted to Contest #252

The Japanese concept of Ma has been described as a pause in time, an interval or emptiness in space. Ma is the time and space life needs to breath, to feel and connect. If we have no time, if our space is restricted, we cannot grow. This universal principle applies to every aspect of life. It was the first town since the bus had crossed the border. The small and provincial town that lies in the middle of a valley, surrounded by farms and the mountains in the distance. It arrived at 7:30 pm when the sun was still up and it would be until 10 p...

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“best keep walking” by Phil Solo

Submitted to Contest #181

Another Monday.Probably another failure.Does it matter?Do I bother?The clock alarm is set up at 7:00 a.m. You as usual wake up a little bit earlier than your clock alarm wants. Looking at this brand new watch. 6:45 a.m. Another fight with yourself: do you sleep enough or still feel sleepy? Probably deserve to sleep this 15 minutes and give the rest of the work to the alarm.The terrible noise starts to scream on the whole room. There is no salvation even if you choose your favorite song. Doesn’t matter. The clock alarm always damages you. Dur...

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“people are people” by Phil Solo

Submitted to Contest #163

"You’ll never be content" He shook off the ash from his cigarette by sticking his hand out the window. "And what's more you'll never be happy, cuz you're just anoth-" The wind blew in through the open window and carried the words away leaving me with only scraps of phrases. I couldn't hear him and I didn't mind. I was completely immersed in the road ahead of me. I didn't want to think badly of him; not at all, I was very grateful. The window closed and the cabin filled with harsh and mature phrases again. "I pick up guys like you almos...

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“The Beacon” by Phil Solo

Submitted to Contest #132

Today In this place, the sound of the waves crashing against the rocks always combined so beautifully with the words we'd managed to say to each other all this time. We liked to sit on an old log by the cliff, against the backdrop of an abandoned and unsightly beacon. Someday this place will grow grass and we will be gone, but today our laughter, our passionate conversations, and our revelations bring joy to this lonely beacon every night.          "What's that cut on your arm? Did you have it ye...

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“Once in a Long, Long While...” by Phil Solo

Submitted to Contest #118

Raindrops pounded on the window. It was early morning. A cloudy morning.I wokeHalf asleepPitch dark… pitch darkI woke up again, but why? Oh yes, the rain woke me up. That sad rain. He's just bored in the loneliness of this gray day. A day that is no different from any other day. Sad and gloomy.Morning.I think because of the gloom that lives here with me, I can no longer see what is on the other side of the room.Is it hard for me to breathe?No, it's not hard. I was able to get up yesterday, I even managed to get through yesterday. It was like...

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“About A Girl” by Phil Solo

Submitted to Contest #115

«Look, I understand... yes... yes... but I don't have any money right now... Yes, I understand... Look, let's discuss it in person, it's not convenient over the phone...»         Henry didn't have time to finish the sentence, the phone slipped out of his wet hands and fell right down the drain.«Wonderful... beautiful rain. How I love this rain!»***"Mom, I'm home," Henry said."Hey, how was your day?""It was a good day, but I drowned my phone.""What did you say? What are you going to do now? How are...

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a tramp, a gentleman, a poet, a dreamer, a lonely fellow, always hopeful of romance and adventure