Stefan Sofiski

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jun, 2024

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“Fever” by Stefan Sofiski

Submitted to Contest #291

Aben awakes from feverish sleep for the first time in days. Mouth dry. Eyelids glued shut by gunk. He groans and twists in bed. Sheets wet and sticky with sweat. Has the fever broken? He rolls onto one side, propping on one elbow. His hand runs between the buttons of his pyjamas. The skin on his chest—leathery, cold. His lungs are tight. But he has stopped coughing. With groans and wheezes, Aben sits up in bed. World spins. Body shudders. He opens his eyes. It hurts to see. Dust dances in slithers of weak light coming through gaps in the c...

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“Nuraghe” by Stefan Sofiski

Submitted to Contest #269

- Argh, - Mia groaned as her calf got caught by a prickly branch extending onto the dirt path. - How long, dad? These stupid thorns are killing me. And the heat… It’s unbearable... There’s no reception… Matthias turned around and looked at his daughter. He and Felix were ahead on their way up the hill. Mia’s mother was trailing last. - Oh, that’s a serious problem, - Matthias said with a half smile. - But I am sure your phone will safely store your pictures until you reach civilization and are able to post them. - He stood on top of a stone ...

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“Waves of Betrayal” by Stefan Sofiski

Submitted to Contest #257

“Our next speaker is Mihail… Ehm, I’m pretty sure I’m going to get this wrong. Ion… Ionesco?” The session moderator turned to Mihail with an exaggerated puzzled expression.“Ah, yes… That’s right”, Mihail said.“I am sorry, I don’t do well with names from…” The woman looked down at her program. “Moldova? I am sorry. I must admit I don’t know where this is.” The moderator turned to face the audience, raising her hands in a mock gesture of surrender. A stifled chuckle ran through the lecture room.Mihail felt a rush of blood to the head. His tie ...

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“Last Train To Hope” by Stefan Sofiski

Submitted to Contest #255

Screams echoed through the carriage. Most passengers suffered stoically. A few exchanged silent judgments. A desperate mother was trying to soothe the crying baby. She stood up from her seat with the infant in her arms. Walking along the aisle, she shook and hushed the child. George looked discreetly at the woman. She avoided eye contact with other passengers. Small drops of sweat shone on her forehead. “She misses the chugging”, George’s companion said. “Chugging soothes them. She started crying when we got held up here.” George followed Bo...

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Author bio

Engineer by day, storyteller by night