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Victor Amoroso

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jan, 2025

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A Day In The Park

Submitted to Contest #302

It was a beautiful May 1st in Rochester. Meagan Hannigan took her two children, Mazie and Marcus to Zumbro Park West, to enjoy the playground, and get some fresh air. The weather was perfect, 70 degrees, and there was a slight breeze that provided the perfect amount of cool. She sat on the bench, with Mazie in the sand at her feet, and Marcus climbing the jungle gym. All was perfect, and then she saw them… It was a short five years ago when the Terran Confederation defeated the Nint’ian, ending the threat that they presented to humanity’s gr...

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The Continuing Education of Uomo d'Ingara

Submitted to Contest #301

The snow stopped by the time Sir Uomo d’Ingara spied the small town emerging out of the primordial forest. Every part of his body hurt, from his face down to his toes. The snow had kept his armor clean and gleaming, but underneath he suspected that he would need many days of rest and a doctor to tend to his wounds. He couldn’t stop here, so after catching his breath, he resumed limping towards the town, and hopefully a bed he could have for a bit. His foot was certainly broken, and there were red footprints behind him leading back to the ban...

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On The Ice

Submitted to Contest #300

Damn it was cold. He had been told just how cold it was, but hearing it will be -50 degrees and experiencing it are two different things. The copter glided over Queen Maud Land at two hundred feet, the wind leaking through Jack Valance’s parka even with the heat tubes running at full strength. The sun just peeked above Ulvetanna Peak, high noon for this time of year in Antarctica. Jack had his FarSight All Light Binoculars affixed to his goggles, allowing him to scan the frigid landscape. There wasn’t much out here. Most of the bases were on...

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Wrong Girl, Wrong Cat, Wrong Time

Submitted to Contest #299

Man, I hate mimes. Don’t you? Now, I’m not talking about a basic hatred of mimes. They are responsible for the worst day of my life. Or at least the night, which normally isn’t part of the day, but it is, so that's that. Its my story, and I’ll tell it how I want to. So, my name is Charlotte Bengley. I am an accountant, and a dog person. I mean, I don’t hate cats, especially after this one day/night, but I didn’t have one before this. My Puddles is my best friend, and he loves his momma. I used to be able to take him to work, and he kept quie...

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Picnics and Poetry

Submitted to Contest #298

“Lets have a picnic!” Little did I know that this ordinary request would forever change my life. So of course I said yes. I was a young co-ed freshman at Cornell College in Mount Vernon, Iowa. I came to study Music, and after surviving my first Iowa winter, the first real day of spring beckoned us girls to soak up that fresh air and sunshine. So Becca gathered up a blanket, a basket and some boys to make it happen. There were four girls, and four boys which made up our little group. Becca, my roommate, was a stunning, tall and gorgeous woman...

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Heroes and Men in the City of Angels

Submitted to Contest #297

“Pop quiz hot shot!” “Don’t got time for this, Travers.” Detective Travers laughed, a very inappropriate time for laughter. Sweat dripped down Paul Harmon’s face. The timer on the explosive device continued to count down. Paul needed to concentrate, but for the life of him, Travers decided it was time to be that asshole. “There is a bomb in a skyscraper. The scumbag has told you that if one person leaves, he blows the entire building. It is also the building in which Detective Harmon’s sister works in. What do you do? What do you do?” “Shit,...

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All Things Considered

Submitted to Contest #296

Clark looked at his creased hands, surprised that the redness he saw on them vanished so quickly. Footsteps heading towards him brought his gaze up. “How are you doing?” He had answered that question more times than he could count in the last few hours. “All things considered, I’ve been better.” That always got the polite chuckle, a firm handshake, and a perfunctory hug or slap on the shoulder. At the moment, he couldn’t remember a time when he wasn’t answering that question. The person in front of him moved away, and suddenly he recalled. H...

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Door to Eternity, or P.S. Pluto I Love You

Submitted to Contest #295

“Captain, we are approaching Pluto’s orbit now,” reported Ensign Caldwell. Captain Jason Kildead straightened his back sitting in his chair, “Very good Ensign, lets reduce speed, and settle into a standard orbit around the primary, and opposite from Charon.” The reactor hum stepped down an octave, and the minute vibration Kildead felt shifted slightly. He had always been able to feel the reactor of his ships, even as a lowly seaman. Most put that feeling out of their minds. He watched as his crew brought the ship into the position he ordered...

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Apocalpyse Crying

Submitted to Contest #294

Their horses are more nimble than leopards and swifter than wolves in the evening: their horsemen will spread out. And then their horsemen will approach from far away: they will fly like the eagle, hurrying to devour. Habakkuk 1:8 Lieutenant Paul Zimmerman clutched the side of his slick as it cut through the air towards destiny. Or at least that’s what Captain Murdock told him. He wasn’t sure that it was his destiny. He was here because he followed orders. The Army drilled that into his brain during basic training. Those orders meant that Pa...

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A Chance Encounter on the Corn Belt Rocket

Submitted to Contest #293

He stepped onto the train just as the last whistle mournfully blew, signaling the train pulling away from the station. Both the gray briefcase, containing his quarry, and the loaded Roscoe in his harness weighed on him. He could head to his compartment, but he needed a drink. He asked the conductor the way to the bar car, and reached it before the train fully pulled out of the station. “Highball, and a side car.” “Yes sir. Right away.” The whiskey hit his lips when he saw her. A dame, her legs went all the way to Tuesday, strolled into the c...

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A Portrait of Death

Submitted to Contest #292

Clara Burton stared at the lady in the painting. The woman was old, her gray eyes looking tired, the wrinkles in her face marking time in her pale skin. Around her neck, a silver brooch, set with a crimson jewel which Clara swore sparkled in the candlelight of the foyer. The high neck of her white dress stiffened up to her jaw, lay open at the front, exposing her neck giving her a vulnerability that caused Clara to cover her own with her hand. The dress flowed down the woman’s body, hugging her frame. It covered her bosom, such a last centur...

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Brutus Johnson's Last Chance

Submitted to Contest #291

Brutus Johnson sat waiting, as they would be coming for him soon. He faced the wall away from the cell door, and licked his lips, tasting the remnants of the steak on his lips, bringing a smile to his face. Even so, the appearance of a tall man leaning against the wall near the door, dressed all in black, complete with a black fedora tilted to one side and the brim brought low to cover his eyes, surprised Brutus. Brutus stammered for a moment, “How you get in here man?” The stranger’s voice purred softly like velvet, “In a way, I have always...

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The First and Lass Kiss of Uomo d'Ingara

Submitted to Contest #290

Snow glided down, the forest dark. Sir Uomo d’Ingara’s boot crunched on as he walked slowly through the trees. He breathed heavily, and it came out so he could see it, in the frozen air. Snowflakes came to rest on his plate armor, only to be pushed away as he walked through towards his goal. It was a cold night, but Sir Uomo was hot, filled with purpose. He was living like they did in the old tales, indeed! He could see a flickering in the distance, a campfire. A blaze where his love, the Duchess Constantia Giorgioana Liberad Volopora lay ca...

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The Gray Room

Submitted to Contest #289

The room is unfamiliar. I don’t know how I got here. There are no windows, the walls a light gray. Light comes from a source that I cannot see, and there are no shadows here. The ceiling has a rough texture to it, colored the same as the walls. I turn around and see no door to the room, as it is the same behind me as before me. The floor shakes a little, and I look down at myself. My feet are bare, and I wiggle my toes. I can see the hair of my legs, and my knobby knees. The floor is painted gray, and on it a spiral of lines that iris out to...

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Lonely In Montgomery County

Submitted to Contest #288

A flash of light brightened the window, and a rumble of thunder shook the panes of glass in the windows. The storm was getting closer. Lena peered out from the closet, lightning illuminating the room. The area outside the closet had a bed in it, and underneath the covers someone tossed and turned. Lena just watched, for the moment. Another crack outside, and a rumble rattled the glass again in the window. A street light cast long shadows in the bedroom, the legs of the bed connecting with the hope chest, a continuous length of inky dark. She...

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