Steven Pittaro

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Oct, 2019

Stories (6)

6 Stories

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“In Which Everyone Dies at the End” by Steven Pittaro

Submitted to Contest #48

A character slowly uses the black lines on the paper to form himself, tearing a word from the page. The word of his name. Twisting the 90 degree angles in the letters into straight forms, the letters crack like bones. Somewhere, a linguist screams in agony. He moves like a cloned human, who sat in a vat for his entire life, learning to walk for the first time. But he learns quick, looking around, at the rest of the page he stands on, the words beneath him. The words of his story, told the same way all our stories: by the intertwining lines o...

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“The Skateboard is My Pillow” by Steven Pittaro

Submitted to Contest #44

"They said she was smiling, when they found her."I remain silent, unsure how to respond with anything besides anger. "Your mother fought her entire life, and handled it better than most. She's finally happy."I doubt that, I think, struggling to hold my tongue. My mouth remains closed, and eventually they leave. No final words. No last memory to hold onto. Just absolutely nothing. I don't remember the last thing I said to her. It was probably, see you next week, or something meaningless. The day of the death is always los...

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“My Childhood Maid, Petra” by Steven Pittaro

Submitted to Contest #43

Gideon was about to start his third of four final papers when the doorbell rang. Probably for someone else in the house, he thinks. Matt, his roommate, goes to the door, and looks out the peephole. “Yo, Gid, it’s for you!”Gideon gets up and sprints over from his room to the hallway, and then starts walking at a socially acceptable pace to the door. He looks through the peephole, and opens the door as fast as he can.“Petra!” He yells. Behind the door, a blue, wrinkled pterodactyl stands. Her wings are folded in around her front...

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“Hello, Mama.” by Steven Pittaro

Submitted to Contest #42

Light. Piercing, white light, blinding. My eyes flutter open, taking in the world. My wings beat back and forth, but I stay on the ground. I am a bird. This I know. I have wings, but they don't work right now. I am in this green plant, hiding from the bright, and the predators. I do not know what exists out there. I need worms if I am to survive, but I have found no worms. No mother to bring them to me, or to chew them up. I have a vague memory of my mother feeding me worms, a few days ago, but now she's gone. A predator may have gotten her....

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“A Trucker's Long Night” by Steven Pittaro

⭐️ Shortlisted for Contest #12

7PM-6AM. That’s the truckers shift. Assuming the driver doesn’t take any breaks, and tonight, he isn’t. Richie’s the one on the road. Carrying a double trailer on the back, this one weighs 120,000 pounds. Richie needs to make sure the back is secure on the truck before he sets out on the road. That takes about a half hour, after which, he is soaring. He starts driving at 7PM. The sun is just beginning to set. It’s the summer, so Richie isn’t enveloped in total darkness yet. He loves watching the sunset while he drives. The sky is a pale...

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“The Boy” by Steven Pittaro

Submitted to Contest #11

A boy sits inside his home watching a cartoon on television. He is eleven. His father comes in the front door, having picked up barbeque food. To the boy and his two brothers, the father says,“Help yourself guys. I’ve got the runs.”The father goes upstairs into the bathroom while the boys eat dinner together. Afterwards, they each go on their separate paths. The oldest, Jimmy, invites his girlfriend over and they go to the basement to “watch TV”. The middle child, Danny, goes upstairs onto the computer and plays some game. The youngest, the ...

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Shortlisted 1 story ⭐️

Contest #12

A Trucker's Long Night – read story