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Rado Randriamamonjy

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Aug, 2023

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Glamour Whore

Rado Randriamamonjy

Submitted to Contest #310

Content warning: This story contains explicit sexual imagery, graphic violence, and strong language.Riley smashed the $1200 Fender Stratocaster guitar against the floor. It exploded into a shower of wooden shards. His guitar player, well, ex-guitar player, now, Eric, had just quit Riley’s band (and brainchild), Bathroom Head. Six years of sticky-floored dive bars, sticky-fingered, druggie band mates, and a host of other undignified rock-n-roll clichés, were all for nothing. The 4-piece, which had thinned down to a duo, was now a band of one....

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Daisy's Bite

Rado Randriamamonjy

Submitted to Contest #308

The moon over Eldemere Hollows was large and bright on this soft, summer night. The stars blinked their luminescence in the velvety black canvas, like a thousand mystical eyes. A soft east-west wind blew over the English countryside, carrying on it the redolence of honeysuckle and lilac.On a plateau in the vale, a carnival tent moaned in the breeze. Beside it, several horses were fast asleep, tied to a wooden post. A dozen or so wagons circled a snuffed out fire pit nearby. Inside the wagons and tent, members of Victor Lovelle’s One of Kind ...

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Digging

Rado Randriamamonjy

Submitted to Contest #301

The dirt on Baskor-9 is just like back home. The dry stuff breaks up in your hands like potting soil. The wet stuff is sticky, tacky, and has that same raw smell — what's it called? Petrichor. I read that in a zine once. It's the smell of newly fallen rain, the aroma of soft wet soil. When you're young, that smell reminds you you're alive. Rolling hills, green grass, sun-shower dances. Fucking eons ago. Down here, the tunnels run for miles, and that goddman smell is everywhere. And, all I can think of, when it fills my nose, is the digging, ...

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Sticks and Stones

Rado Randriamamonjy

Submitted to Contest #281

When Leika was a girl, her mother used to call Leika her "Baby Barnacle". Everywhere her mother went, there was Leika, attached like a fifth appendage, a bouncing shadow in her mother's wake.Before Leika was old enough to enter school, she and her mother would go out to the yard, with Leika draped around her mother's back, like a tiny turtle shell, and they would while away warm, summer days chasing Monarchs, as the insects migrated south across Western Massachusetts.The "Moppy Game" was also a favorite, as she would sometimes recall, a past...

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Nobody Knows You're Here

Rado Randriamamonjy

Submitted to Contest #273

I could hear the hounds' infernal yapping somewhere in the night behind us. Making decent time in these woods under these wet conditions had been harder than I’d planned. Most of the day before had been spent trudging through mud that came up to a pig’s eye. An unforeseen hitch delivered to us by that morning’s rain. Still the day’s head start was god-sent. Hattie was less positive than I. At sunset, when the hounds first sounded their cries, she cursed my name. Cursed it, and called for God to strike me down, '...

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The Entity

Rado Randriamamonjy

Submitted to Contest #247

The smell of rotten eggs woke Harper from a dead sleep. Or maybe it was the waves of intense nausea. Her innards felt like they were being stomped clean, like dirty laundry in a remote, rural stream. Through eyes weary and half-shut, Harper watched a red light pulse. It filled the space around her with spasmodic, blood-hued flashes.Uggghh… Moving wasn’t high on her list of priorities. Her head was heavy. It felt like a pumpkin propped on a toothpick, and inside sloshed thoughts and images that threatened to fuse toge...

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Life Cast

Rado Randriamamonjy

Submitted to Contest #239

Maddy scrolled through the Life Choice Review templates on her tablet. She nodded her head and peered over at at the old man as she did.Jerry O’Neil was his name. He looked relaxed, sitting back in his navy cardigan over a white polo. His khakis were pressed, his loafers buffed.‘A classic look’, she thought.The man’s eyes were a piercing blue and were alert despite his age. What looked to be blonde locks had long given way to grays and an inevitable, yet forgiving, receding hairline.Jerry cleared his throat and peered around the room. B-13, ...

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Kin Cage

Rado Randriamamonjy

Submitted to Contest #219

“Surely, riding a cat is certain death,” Dante thought. The little guy's mind was whirling after the unnerving conversation he'd had with his father. “These zealots,” he said to himself, “going wherever the pack tells them without a thought as to why, or what consequences might await."The sky over the abandoned farm was churning with cold, gray clouds. Withered, brown leaves fluttered across his four feet as Dante skittered across the old homestead. He was never one to walk in the old and dried footprints of others simply beca...

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Bottom of the Bottle

Rado Randriamamonjy

Submitted to Contest #217

Guilt cascades through Detective Nguyen like hot embers down a meat chute as the tequila trickles down his throat. The sizzle of the booze is familiar. It's laced with equal parts relief and shame. He taps on the bottle. Several taupe-colored, worms squirm and wiggle inside. The detective, a stout man of Vietnamese and Irish descent, shakes his head and sighs.This is gonna kill me. He returns the bottle to the inside pocket of his over coat and wipes his mouth dry. The man drops a handful of Tic Tacs in his mouth and emerges from the stall. ...

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Playa Love

Rado Randriamamonjy

Submitted to Contest #216

EROSI awake. I look at Eveline. She’s still by my side. The woman looks like an angel who fell from the sky, too beautiful for the heavens, and wholly out of place here on earth. She somehow alighted on my life here in this burning desert and lit a spark in my sleepy soul.As I take in every soft feature of her exquisite coffee-colored face, I play with the idea in my mind, again, that that may not be her real name. It could be Allanah or Maya. Many people come here and take on whole new personas, whole new lives...

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The Curse of Elmaraen Woods

Rado Randriamamonjy

Submitted to Contest #215

Ebonvale sat like a shimmering pearl on the edge of the churning Sirgus Sea. It was the booming hub of trade and commerce for the Central Kingdoms. It overflowed with riches. Its Swift Crest Pillars, which welcomed wary seafarers, were cast from pure gold, and towered like twin flames over the great Mist Harbor, such was the wealth of this land. But its opulence and ostensible good fortune belied a dark secret, one that was spoken of in hushed tones, and lurked deep in its forests.August Miles looked out on Ebonvale's shores from the deck of...

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Take Out Some Trash And Take In A Little Paradise-On-Earth

Rado Randriamamonjy

Submitted to Contest #214

I don't even know how to tell this story. ‘Cause when I’m done, you probably won't believe me. For a time, I couldn’t believe it myself. And I lived it. Looking back, I guess there were clues, hints about what was really going on, but, I don’t know, it’s hard to say. You really live in your own world when you’re a kid.  I guess I’ll start with that summer. The summer of my 16th birthday. I had just broken up with Julia (not my first love, but I was pretty crazy about her), so I was really looking ...

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