𝔸. Triangle

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Apr, 2020

Stories (15)

15 Stories

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“In The Walls” by 𝔸. Triangle

Submitted to Contest #52

Note: I know the prompt mentions we have to meet the guy in the street but we’re not telling anybody that I cheated and put him in the walls instead. Don’t ask, just read. The hidden eyes and hidden faces of his past haunted him far beyond the painted walls of a place some would call his “sanctuary.” Others would call it the place of his awakening. Some would give it the simplist...

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“Friends Forever” by 𝔸. Triangle

Submitted to Contest #51

I used to have an imaginary friend. I believe his name was Jeff, or Tom, or something along those lines. For the sake of this story though we're going to call him Tom. I imagined Tom when I was around the age of six. He had sandy blond hair and brown eyes. He wore black leather, head to toe, and forever wore a smile. I imagined him to be around the age of thirteen, the noblest and coolest ...

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“Preserved In Your Amber Eyes” by 𝔸. Triangle

Submitted to Contest #50

It was last summer Sitting there The green leaves of the canopy above Cast over a face more beautiful than sunlight Hands so gentle they weave moonlight Into dreams Lips softer than ferns and dew In morning sunlight As your angelic face Stares into The plainness of my own Honey-colored eyes Forever lost Preserved In the amber that surrounds your own My eyes trace the fineness of your feature...

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“Silence” by 𝔸. Triangle

Submitted to Contest #49

Fascinating was the birth of my first child. A boy. One so pure and innocent, yet so unaware of the cruel world outside the bland hospital walls. Ignorance is bliss they say, but is bliss truly the ignorance of it? Unfortunately, I'd find out soon enough. I had never experienced such bliss as watching my son meet this unrefined world, and all that was in it. But that moment of pure joy was the clearest, most mo...

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“Driving For Answers” by 𝔸. Triangle

Submitted to Contest #48

Blue sky meets a thousand miles of a winding road. Each curve and bend obscured by nothing but the field of limited peripheral vision and possibly the occasional tree. I used to try and count the small white and yellow lines that dotted these roads and extended to a point far beyond the horizon and even farther than that. But never got farther than lower levels of infinities that extended far beyond my mental grasp.I sat there, wispy blond hair flowing back beyond curious green eyes and an eye-grabbing smile. Staring down at grey a...

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“Just A Dream” by 𝔸. Triangle

Submitted to Contest #47

You're scared. Admit it. You're fearful of many things, most of them bleeding into your regrets and hardships. Just say it. No regrets, right? They lurk in corners of your vision, seep through small holes that dot your vision. They control you. The fear controls you. It's the truth, and you know it. There are many things you don't know though. Many things that line along the thin lines of reality just waiting to be discovered. D...

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“A Personal Twist On La Llorona” by 𝔸. Triangle

Submitted to Contest #44

“Goodbye”, I whisper, watching the color drain from her face. A small flurry of bubbles escapes her lips as if she was trying to wish me farewell too before she finally stops struggling. I happily remove my hands from where they were clasped around her neck.I step back from the river as I stare at my children’s faces, all of them float aimlessly in the looking clear-glass water, hair clouding glassy rolled back eyes. I smile as I take my youngest in my arms and stroke her long blond hair.“You are my sunshine, my only sunshin...

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“A Dream Weaver ” by 𝔸. Triangle

Submitted to Contest #44

Authors note: So normally I don't write author's notes, so this is quite new to me. I was challenged by Rhondalise Mitza to write about something positive. As she would've put it "Where's the love in the world, Anna?" Well, Rhondalise, it isn't in my writing but hey, I tried to write something so happy It would make you puke rainbows and fart butterflies. Well, here's your positive short story, enjoy it in your honeysuckle garden atop cloud nine as you enjoy fine dining with your adorable dogs from Narnia. Drea...

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“Tongues As Black As Midnight” by 𝔸. Triangle

Submitted to Contest #43

I remember the first time I saw him. The glint in his eyes malicious as he took my brother. I was nine at the time. Nine when he walked into his bedroom, grey flesh slowly peeling from his forearms and neck as he slowly crept towards my brother. He wanted him, wanted him badly. He took my brother by his neck and slowly opened his mouth to reveal a wide smile and tongues as thick as my forearm. My brother was too shocked to speak as his tongues slowly slithered around his eyes, slowly drawing them out. They hit the floor with a thud, the l...

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“The Monster Above The Bed” by 𝔸. Triangle

Submitted to Contest #43

He climbed into his bed that night, his warm brown eyes filled with happiness and light as his father tucks him into bed. He asks for a story, but no story appears. Its too late and the boy needs some sleep. With a kiss on the cheek, the father leaves the room, and with a flourish, the door is shut.The boy's breath holds as he listens for his father's footsteps to fall away before he asks the question that came every night."God, may you please protect me?"Under his bed, an audible whisper escapes my lips. "Thomas?"

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“Truth or Dare” by 𝔸. Triangle

Submitted to Contest #42

"Truth or dare," she asked, rosy lips curling over newly straightened teeth in the pale moonlight."Truth", the boy says, snickering while moonlight catches honeysuckle hair and eyes that glinted like sapphire."Hmph," The girl says, thinking of a worthy enough question to send the boy into a frenzied state. "What is your biggest fear."He smiled shyly before speaking "Oblivion.""Oblivion?" The girl questioned, a playful smile tugging at her lips "Why fear oblivion?"He shrugged simply before rubbing his han...

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“Stimuli” by 𝔸. Triangle

Submitted to Contest #41

The earliest memories that I can recall was the feeling of dew brushing up against the soles of my feet. It was one of the coolest and calming sensations one may ever experience. Grass is a rare sighting where I come from, it comes and goes is waves closest to what you may know as seasons. In the distance, I could make out a vast array of hills and dips in the atmosphere, each one extending its arms out towards the sky as if hoping to bottle up all the stars in the vast night sky.Today I sit in the same little clearing, ...

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“Saving Stories” by 𝔸. Triangle

Submitted to Contest #40

It was one of those days when the sky dimmed and all you wanted to do was curl up with a book in a nook of your bedroom with your favorite brand of tea. One of those days when you looked out the window and saw nothing but the faint glow of promising sunshine behind a towering shield of grey clouds. One of those days where you just sat around all day listening to the serenity that was brought with the soft pitter patter of rain on your front door.That was the day that she met him.The forecast called for a short break in the s...

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“A Bond Astray” by 𝔸. Triangle

Submitted to Contest #37

I was running. Running far far away. Running and hoping they would never find me. My footfalls sounding like a pounding drum amid this October night. I'm sorry this is a terrible introduction to my story. Let me start from the beginning. Just one panic-stricken day prior... My mother at the time had lived in a small town in Mexico. I lived a bit farther up the road in Louisianna but it never stopped me from visiting her before. Our love for each other was greater than any country boundary. Anyway, that day I was riding the ...

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“Feeling Fine” by 𝔸. Triangle

Submitted to Contest #36

Daily checklist:Brush teethGet changedBreakfast at 11 with LauraLunchGo for a walkDinnerMedicationJanuary 17, 1994 Dear diary, I woke up last night with a terrible pounding headache. It was one of the ones where you don't have to shut your eyes and focus on your heartbeat because it's already pounding in your ears anyway. I found my way to the medicine cabinet and took a couple of aspirins. And

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Author bio

Anna's favorite fruit are raspberries and she is now a five-time published poet, the first-ever editor and chief of her school's newspaper as well as winner of her school's most recent essay contest. Anna highly suggests for you to check out anybody in her library along with anybody who she follows or who is following her. All of these people are super sweet and very helpful when it comes to helping her grow as a writer. Your friend, A.