Roan De Torres

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Apr, 2020

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4 Stories

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“The Understudy” by Roan De Torres

Submitted to Contest #45

n. a performer who learns the role of another in order to serve as a replacement if necessary.“She wouldn’t have listened” Justine muttered to no one in particular as she put on her boots that evening. The zipper got stuck halfway through, she yanked, and yanked ‘til it broke. “Shi—!“.She burried her face on her hands then glanced outside her window. The moon was full and proud. It was shining like a spotlight on every grey shadow in her bedroom, and for the first time, she didn’t find it comforting. It was quiet, too, she thought, as if the...

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“Locked Out” by Roan De Torres

Submitted to Contest #38

An old man named Oliver and and a young woman named Olive lived side by side for six years and shared not a word. They might as well have been from opposite ends of the world, and felt no urge to make it any different. They have nothing in common, not one bit, except for tonight.Olive felt a string of relief when he saw Oliver, dressed in pajamas, come out to his balcony, holding a large case. After three hours of being locked out of hers, Oliver looked to her like an apparation. Olive bolted upright “SIR!”Paying no mind to the woman, Oliver...

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“Ebony” by Roan De Torres

Submitted to Contest #37

She’s here again.My God, she’s here again.How many times can a stranger be called a stranger before the word loses its meaning? Is there a word when a stranger becomes too strange? I don’t know what to call her – the woman in black. I haven’t seen her face nor have we talked, yet the word ‘stranger’ doesn’t seem to fit her. So, I just call her Ebony.It’s the end of my shift, and the rain fell as soon as I punched out my time card. The sudden static noise of a million droplets hitting pavement is good enough reason for Joe and Annie to pause ...

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“Christmas Lights” by Roan De Torres

Submitted to Contest #36

Christmas, somewhere in the attic, a boy, 10 years old, is looking for more ways to be invisible. The snow from the windows feel like the perfect camouflage, and he was gone. He does not want to see the lights dance while his parents drown the carols with words he’d yet learn to embrace as he grows. In one of the boxes, labeled R, he found a red and green notebook, almost too perfect. It houses drawings that looked like his, and the words “Top Secret” in the cover. The only two words that could grasp his attention for secrets were treasured ...

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