Rita Janela

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jul, 2020

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“Seven seconds” by Rita Janela

Submitted to Contest #53

It was a beautiful sunny summer morning, the fiery yellow star spreading its bright and warm rays across the blue sky, like fingers stretching; From my kitchen window I spotted my neighbors, Louise and Dean, walking Chili, their five-year-old Golden Retriever, who was way too fond of rocks and enjoyed taking them back home as offerings or souvenirs; Margaret, the oldest person living in the neighborhood, was feeding Blackie, our beloved stray cat. Many of us, myself included, tried to domesticate her, but she wanted to live in streets. So, w...

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“Déjà vu” by Rita Janela

Submitted to Contest #52

It was probably the rainiest day of the year and here I was, back and forth, still running minor errands for the great Johanna Miller, such as getting her coffee, when I have been working for her for almost six months now... When I saw in the newspaper an advert saying they were looking for a junior personal assistant for Johanna Miller, I thought that God had finally listened to my prayers… And after beating hundreds of candidates and landing one of the most coveted jobs, working for the editor-and-chief of Stiletto Magazine, I was sure ...

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“The Ten Commandments” by Rita Janela

Submitted to Contest #49

I woke up with my head throbbing and an unfamiliar pain on my chest. Looking around I realized I must be in a church, but a really dark and empty one. There were no stained-glass windows filled with important biblical illustrations, no fancy shrine. As I clumsy got up from the stone floor, a seductive voice snapped me out of my thoughts.“Mr. Solis would you mind waiting for a brief minute? Father Osiris is just finishing with your wife.” I glanced up and found a younger version of Sharon Stone addressing me. Sinful women like her should not ...

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“Preconceived notions” by Rita Janela

Submitted to Contest #48

It was almost six o’clock when, abruptly, the intercom buzzed, snapping me out of my perfect focus. As a result, the flask on my right hand fell on the floor and some droplets of the fluoroantimonic acid began corroding my shoes and all the way to my bone. In spite of my quick healing powers, I cursed as I felt the excruciating pain. “Aleksander, Queen Aaliyah requests your immediate presence in the main hall.” With a puff of annoyance, I stomped down the stairs. “What is it you want mother?” She shot daggers at me, but I was too tired...

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