Rachelle Tacosa

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Mar, 2023

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“The Necessity of Creation” by Rachelle Tacosa

Submitted to Contest #266

To create is to destroy.  To make one thing, you need the ruins of something else.  It is necessary to do everything from sustaining life to creating comfort. It is necessary, I reminded myself, to destroy. I would say that it was the creative part of me that led me to do it.  The part of me that lived for art and beauty and all the lovely things in between.  I wouldn’t say what it actually was.  I would let the truth burrow into the back of my mind and hide it’s true nature.   So I sat on the floor and tuc...

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“Supermoon” by Rachelle Tacosa

Submitted to Contest #199

 Dedicated to the Virginia State Fair, in a year I can’t remember The State Fair comes back in waves.  Waves like the taste of scalding funnel cakes covered with powdered sugar.  Waves like those plastic cups of lemonade with green bendy straws.  Waves like a looming ferris wheel, so tall, or like an empty area of picnic tables by the parking lot.   It comes in waves that she wishes gave way to more.  Waves that she tries to initiate by listening to the music she’d only hear in her dad’s car on the way ho...

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“The Strings” by Rachelle Tacosa

The first time I saw my String was when I was eleven years old.  I had left home on my bike twenty minutes ago and was in a near-empty park when the first droplets of rain fell from the sky.  I remember looking up, only one thought echoing in my head. Mom’s going to kill me! So I pedaled back home as fast as I could as the scattered raindrops turned into a downpour.  My calves burned and I puffed for breath, pedaling, pedaling, pedaling.  The sky was getting dark, even though it was only 2:30 in the afternoon, and I had...

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“Heroes (Just For One Day)” by Rachelle Tacosa

Submitted to Contest #196

I wake up to see a body standing in front of a mirror.  My body now, I would suppose.   She is, truly, beautiful.  Her hair is pinned up into a beautiful, auburn bun, strings of loose hair flying out.  She wears a sundress with deep yellow and white stripes, and her face smiles into the mirror, a pure, happy smile. She is definitely one of the most appealing Maybes I’ve been in a while. Now, I direct her to the bedside table, because she (me) is in a bedroom.  An apartment, from what I can tell, with the city...

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