Syl L

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Apr, 2021

Stories (6)

6 Stories

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“The Secret Sauce” by Syl L

Submitted to Contest #100

The familiar heat and fumes of the kitchen steamed the perspiration onto the surface of Ginnie’s back, neck and forehead. She did a hasty wipe down of her face with the towel around her neck, and continued to stir the deep pot. When it seemed about time, she opened the tub of sauce and scooped a good two ladles into the simmering mixture. The tub was almost empty. She continued to stir it in for a bit, th...

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“ A Way Out” by Syl L

Submitted to Contest #97

She sat alone on her bed, the empty house quiet, listening. Her headphones continued to pump the music to her ears, hoping to infuse some vitality in her. She stared at the book, her blank eyes taking none of the words in. The hours passed, and she barely moved. The walls watched sadly. It had been 7 weeks since she had left the room for any business other than to use the r...

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“It's All Your Fault.” by Syl L

Submitted to Contest #94

He practiced drawing the gun from his shoulder holster again, a quick, smooth movement. He placed the single-stacked pistol back into the holster, and zipped up his baseball jacket. The cartridges felt comforting pressed against his hips, securely taped in place. He picked up his sign, his eyes straying over the sprayed on words, sending a wave of revulsion through his body. He felt unc...

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“The Masterpiece” by Syl L

Submitted to Contest #92

Age 23He walked out of the clinic and looked up at the blue sky, shielding his eyes from the bright sunlight. Lowering his gaze, he swiveled his head slowly, searching for a place he could go to, for a coffee. He really needed one.He caught sight of an unpretentious and quiet little café, parked at the corner of the street across. He liked the way its wooden structure glowed warmly in the sun. Walking over, he picked out a table at the back of the café, obscured from the view of most of the café b...

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“When Stories Come Alive” by Syl L

Submitted to Contest #91

The librarian switched off the lights and the air-conditioning unit, closed the door, and turned the key in the lock. For a good ten minutes, there was utter silence in the library. “You guys up?” Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep, or E-Sheep, as they call him, tilted the tip of himself out the shelf, and peered about in the darkness. A low murmur spread amongst the other books, then a...

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“130 000” by Syl L

Submitted to Contest #90

He would see her again. He knew that, felt it in his heart. He would pour his heart and soul into his work, contribute enough, so that the next 50 000 could be revived. She had to be on that list. She was a botanist, and a renowned and well-respected one at that. He didn't understand why she didn't make it into the 130 000, but he knew that she would definitely be in at least the next 50 00...

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Author bio

Writing short stories is my way of expressing myself, and giving my imagination some space in this highly regulated world. More of my short stories at https://thedarkseas.wordpress.com/ !