Takata Felix

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Aug, 2020

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4 Stories

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“Smoked” by Takata Felix

Submitted to Contest #206

  On nights like this Bethie thought long and hard whether a baby sister was a good idea or not.  Ruthie was only 3 years old, and was more afraid of the dark than Bethie, if that were possible. So, because no amount of night-lighting or soft music or late-night glasses of water could soothe the screaming toddler, Bethie lay wide awake, left to deal with the fallout of her own fears. It was a frigid four degrees in the New England suburban town of Capeton, New Hampshire. Too cold to snow according to Bethie’s dad. B...

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“The First Five Years” by Takata Felix

Submitted to Contest #142

The First Five Years. That’s what the diner guy said. I mean, he was a bit seedy looking, and he had a gross mustard stain on the belly of his shirt, but what did I have to lose? So here I am at the bookstore looking up this random title. Ok, here it is! Wait a minute. This little girl on the cover kind of looks like I did- but only kind of- when I was small. I check out at the counter with a young boy of about seventeen. He’s got shoulder-length wavy brown hair and a mouth full of braces. I think he’s the owner’s nephew or something. Anyway...

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“Indelible” by Takata Felix

Submitted to Contest #58

In the eyes of Seventh County, and to anyone that mattered, Miles Richard Morris was a cold-blooded murderer. There, dressed in a dingy white hospital gown, shackled to his gurney, Miles stared at the cork ceiling tiles and wondered what went wrong. He imagined no scenario where he didn’t push a beast of a man off of his mother while she begged for her dignity. How could he foresee the officer’s untimely demise? A single tear trickled its way from the side of his eye and pooled in his ear, but rage refused to let him cry. He adjusted hi...

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“The Prophet's Child” by Takata Felix

Submitted to Contest #56

I am Essence Morton, and I am the Prophet’s child. I was born in a hovel behind the warehouse district of Bottom Lake, Michigan, seventeen years ago. My mother was a junkie who sold me to my parents for a thousand dollars. She took the money and bought herself an overdose. My father was a pimp and a pusher, born and raised in Bottom Lake. They called him the Prophet because of his eloquent speech, and because he always knew everyone’s next move. Some say rival dealers ran him out of town. Others say he’s at the bottom of the lake with a boul...

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