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Victor Amoroso

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jan, 2025

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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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