Sandra Claros

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Dec, 2019

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103 Stories

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“Haywire” by Sandra Claros

 It was the year 2018, and I had just bought a cell phone with two cameras and a robotic virtual assistant, something that I had never imagined using, and that really sparked my imagination and my desire to investigate that very different world.  I took it out of its packaging, where the manufacturer's instructions were, charging the device first, at the same time that I loaded my contact list an...

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“Unruled” by Sandra Claros

- We have to keep digging until we find that yellow stone that I mentioned to you, even if we have to work a life without resting, did you hear me, slave? - Asked the head of the mining search team composed of him and the slave.  Dressed in a plaid corduroy cap that matched his coat, he caught up with a shovel and began digging through the dirt like a dog searching for a hidden bone.  - - Chief! Here's a ye...

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“Change ” by Sandra Claros

 - Looking at the cobwebs on the ceiling stained green with indecipherable shapes, I counted about three hundred and sixty-five times I had seen those bottles of whiskey on the floor, so far this year.  He opened his nose.  - what is that bad smell? mold ? - raising the curious nose to the ceiling without rapier.  - They're still there, t...

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“School ” by Sandra Claros

Now that I am all grown up,those pics in my cellphone made me remember that day, at the age of six, that my mother woke me up really early. - We are going out. Take it ! – and she put a full peanut butter sandwich lunch box to the desk in the corner of my bedroom. Next, she  took my pajamas out and dressed me with a white blouse, white socks and a pleated dark blue skirt - no way ! – saying: neve...

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“Three times three” by Sandra Claros

The only thing I  remembered the moment I opened my eyes, is that all the light flashes and dot covering my eyes, and a clear conclusion hitting my head: -         I  am  in heaven. I died – while  listening to   angelic voices originated in my dreams and   rebounding  in  my  confusing  ears. In the middle of the dots,  think I saw somebody opening an unexpected door , slowly opening an...

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“Past ” by Sandra Claros

1.933. It was summer and a  vast swamp   could be seen through the window of that lousy train, running under the vapor of the heat in sublimation that only showed a few and wobbly profiles of trees and bushes lost among crocodiles and birds flying in the distant horizon, as infinite as it would be. -Take it! – an old-witched woman, wearing a large hat. I took the branch and put it in my lugg...

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“River” by Sandra Claros

The glow of the flashes in the sky announced the gale.  Along with the thugs, they swept the moonlight as well as the brilliance of the loyal stars, silencing all thoughts in favor of the gray clouds.  The silence became ambrosia, intoxicating the clouds, which were so drunk, they could only lie down, shedding their tears, which, little by little, were linked to their neighbor, forming liquid lagoons to los...

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“Gorrina” by Sandra Claros

 - Damn! - the pecora Remberta, shrieked, sprucing up her covered bootie in oily foam sprinkled from the galces.  Of course it is the work of my favorite windows - ironic - the ones that smile every time they stain the outstanding unblemished tunic in my chest!  I have no other, how unfortunate! - She exclaimed dominated by the fury that caused swirling air around her.

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“Wine” by Sandra Claros

 -     look at it! Sleeping on the table, with that disjointed window that keeps opening from one side to the other! - Asserted the 60-year-old Blessed Bertita, with an unknown face due to the veil that had never been removed from her.  - Do not deny because to deny is a sin! - The priest of the chapel replied, yawning, with the chalice of holy wine in her hand, from which she sipped lit...

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“Something ” by Sandra Claros

The wind blew a magazine that was not mine, but if I had to return it, it was more than twenty days ago.  I put the magazine in my bag, along with a cake that I should also give to Ernesto, owner of the national and international magazine stall located in the center of the plaza, about four blocks away.  It was very windy.  I thought about leaving after closing the glass window in t...

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“Pig” by Sandra Claros

 - Actually, no one is waiting for me at the station," sighed the slit-eyed young man, sitting next to the open window of the passenger car of the old interprovincial train.  - Suddenly, an accelerated un.povo major in the air flow, diverted the steam exhaust from the locomotive, releasing a large amount of smoke.  - how much smoke! - Exclaimed the jet-haired young man, verifying that the smoke was...

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“Decision” by Sandra Claros

I was at   the newspaper building, where I used to work as a journalist. That specific day, I was working on a village slaughtering caused by  ruthless narcos : they have burnt the bodies alive, women and children included. But they did not like it, as I  divulged  the  names of some narco  leaders in the last issue of the newspaper, something not new at all,  as the majority of ...

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“Tyed upa ” by Sandra Claros

 We arrived together at Sylvia's birthday party, just added to my list of friends  - How good that you came to my party! - She said making us enter with the ear-ear smile that characterized her  At first glance, both the height and the affable smile of the boy who had arrived with me, impressed my sensitivity with a sincerity perceptible to the naked eye.  -      go ! Come in. Make ...

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“Never again” by Sandra Claros

· In two days is my school graduation party. Can I go mom?  That was the question I didn't want to hear.  I had lost my job a short time ago and didn't have much money, only the money that I earned from occasional jobs.  I looked at my daughter, a girl in the prime of her age, with a whole life ahead of her.  Who was I to destroy her dreams?  Nobody, obviously.  Howeve...

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“A story ” by Sandra Claros

I went to the library that afternoon, and the first book I took from the shelf caused me a vivid experience where I saw myself into the character, a really weird one, that tossed his cigarette butt into a pool of water that had formed right at his feet - in that moment, I started to see his feet as mine.  Yes, I said, the rain has already passed and I'd better go to that cave behind ...

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Author bio

I am a brazilian teacher who loves to write. I have already written grammar books, as I teach languages and prepare students to apply for official examinations. I simply adore music, but detest hypocrisy.