Vladimir 4757

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jun, 2023

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8 Stories

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“Neon City Parasites” by Vladimir 4757

Submitted to Contest #228

    Nightfall has begun, cool air in this bustling metropolis. The streets are packed with cars, and pedestrians litter the sidewalks beneath the neon lights of the towering metal monoliths. Advertisements, signs, hell, neon lights for the sake of having them light the city up. The city is alive. And yet, the city is in fear. And it seems I’m not quite alone at figuring this out. They call them “Parasites”, but the nam...

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“The Heart's Desire” by Vladimir 4757

Submitted to Contest #226

     Across a vast ocean, cloaked in a thick fog, a ship navigating by the dim light from a derelict lighthouse. Barely able to see the way to a harbor nestled deep through the thick blanket of fog covering the seas. Even through this veil the captain keeps course, his eyes fixed to the seas, but once-in-a-while will take a glance at a man on the deck, wearing a trenchcoat and a top hat, his head hanging low, while the c...

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“What Is Perfection?” by Vladimir 4757

Submitted to Contest #221

    In his eyes a solution, a solution to a problem he imagined. Left alone in a lair with mindless servants, he lumbers, he broods, he works meticulously alone on a project only he thought to achieve. “How many corpses do we have?” He says to one of his mindless servants, lobotomized and mindless, and yet cognizant of his surroundings.  “Forget it, put another on the slab.” He says, his voice echoing as he...

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“Last Shift” by Vladimir 4757

Submitted to Contest #219

TW : Language     It’s hard to focus, you’re tired, exhausted. You took the night shift security job expecting action and instead you’re set behind a desk forced to watch camera feeds. But at least you’re working for Laboratory Zhukov, so your paycheck is really the only incentive you have. The night is quiet, like it always is, as you watch scientists leave the facility slowly. Your night started at 10:0...

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“Compromises” by Vladimir 4757

Submitted to Contest #211

    Fiery red wings flutter agitated, the tips transition from a bright red to burning orange and ending in an effervescent yellow, patterned and striated like the hissing motions of fire. A feathery body of deep crimson red coming into the size of an eagle. An s-shaped neck like a flamingo or goose, and a series of long flowing tail feathers colored reminiscent of the wing patterns. They were longer than the body, and despite this, he flew gracefully. He was a majestic creature, a Phoenix, and last of his kind. And in...

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“My Legacy” by Vladimir 4757

Submitted to Contest #207

    It's been a long time coming, a day I’ve waited for, for what felt like decades. Outside of the Laboratory Zhukov Scientific Research Center with a visitor's pass in hand, I take a breath as the building towers above me. Easily twenty or thirty stories tall for the three wings with the center structure protruding into the sky like a citadel. That was the tallest part of the building, and where I was headed, to meet t...

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“Demons in My Sleep” by Vladimir 4757

Submitted to Contest #206

       Wandering aimlessly, chased by hounds, in a forest of thick witch hazel, you run, you dash, you dart. Breathing, panting, your breath falls as darkness kisses your eyes. You faint, you awake, where are you? In a clearing? Somehow, you’re safe, the hounds gone, where did they go? So far away, they howled in the dark, beckoning to their brothers. But as you stumble, gasping for air, the smell rank, clinging to your lungs. Gasping, breathing, hurrying, blood rushing, you clamber to your feet and ther...

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“Absolution” by Vladimir 4757

Submitted to Contest #205

Far into the black vacuum of space, through the empty abyss, a spaceship lands on a lonely planet, made of water, where an eternal typhoon rages on, and people live in fear. Two Cultists arrived on this planet, the planet of Ossieus, with one goal in mind : to kill a God.“Wretched, Move forward and survey.” The Rohessian Hunter radioed as she left her spacecraft. She was wearing an all-black armored overcoat with a specialized mask that had four lenses, with three on the right side of the mask in a triangular pattern and the fourth...

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Author bio

Just a hobby writer, I mostly write science fiction, action, adventure type stories while messing with themes and elements.