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Wiktora Zatorski

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Apr, 2021

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So came I, Prometheus

Submitted to Contest #102

For in my life, once a most loyal servant of the most secular guardianship, have I incorruptibly and undeniably did what was requested of me – without fault no less! How foolish am I? For in the service, I have willingly committed things that have now showcased themselves to be the opposite of what they were! For in the duty, I have willingly exacted crimes instead of due justice upon people who were really the heroes of this nation! For in the struggle, I have willingly destroyed and banished many that I now drag back and I accept a...

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Emerging from the cave

Submitted to Contest #99

1st of July to my dearest diary, As I sit in this cabin overlooking the sun's slow drift under the horizon, I am reminded of the start of the long-car-journey me and my friends took. It felt like the day would never end, the sun would always hang over our head beating the car down with its warmth and sunshine. The radio could only play so many songs, we could sing only so many songs, we could only tolerate so many pit-stops and stretchings of the legs, we could only do so much without busting out a story. A story did someone sing to our ears...

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This is what we call a Freudian Joke

Submitted to Contest #97

Oh Luna dancing up and up the Celestial Sea, the little glowing dots and the glowing moon providing the moonlight lil' Tabatha needs in the attic of this dusty mansion. For her entire life can yap on about how she planned to finally see what all the buzz was about the Window. Reaching the attic without raising the attention of the dust-bunnies, her eyes enlarge upon gazing at the Window for the first time. Approaching closer, she stares out through the Window and was confused at how pitch-black it was despite the outside being moonlit; getti...

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And so came they with a gas-mask

Submitted to Contest #96

No one knows how or when... the gas-masked soldier got here, but they've been living in the spare guest room of a building we've all been using for storage. This village has been on high-alert since they've just... popped?... into existence, not even the wailing wolves nor the cawing crows saw their figure shamble on by. They've been praying in that guest room even before we came and they still are praying, not even the village eavesdropping experts wish to get near them. It's that gas-mask of theirs, just so odd but so a part of them? We...

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The revolt of a lifetime

Submitted to Contest #95

On the 29th of December 2019 do I write to you, my dearest diary, this:Oh this was a glorious day, a perfect fog had conjured itself and manifested within this damned village. All our lives had we observed these unjust laws, lest we wished our bodies to be slaving away in rotten concrete boxes or shot by mercenaries. I have been tormented and unwilling servant to the avarice and ira of my bio-parents; no choice was I allowed in how I was to pursue the worldly problems, since I was planned to be their "successor". Not even a robot could withs...

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A report on whacky Sarah

Here be the first draft of the report on a person who shall be here referred to how they called themself, for we have no evidence nor a good reason to substantiate why we shouldn't call them "Sarah". The report is commissioned by the Carnival-Master, whom requires this documentation on the unfortunately deceased Sarah and their role in saving the entire carnival from assured disaster. Praise be to God, guiding them to do the unimaginable heroics. O serene Sarah, how we can only honor thou with burial and this report. May thou rest in peace a...

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Photophobia is not a phase, tata!

Submitted to Contest #92

Dear Diary on this moonlit 4th Sunday of June, How many times do I have to tell my pops that it's not a phase! My tata can see my skin burning like the roiling sands of the Sahara! My dad can sense the stinging heat whenever I am attacked by Sol's stinging rays! My father, withal, still cares so little to my corpus and calls my condition "an overreaction". I remember how he say, when he wanted to surfboard, to "put on the sunscreen, kiddo" so we could "fight the high waves with our surfboarding skills"! Oh, it's not like I don't believe ...

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The sneak going awry

Submitted to Contest #91

No matter how much Lucy would stare at her watch, time would only go forward. 1900 hours did her eyes see correctly, and yet her heart moved her legs to punt at the concrete of the library. Though she was furious, she knew very well she made a grave mistake by off-putting her trip to the library. Now all she could do was see the library's very own lights turning off, all she could was throw herself down to the stone steps leading to the library. Indeed, great Luna is floating up there in the night sky; shining brightly as a diamond, illum...

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Varnished seating

Submitted to Contest #90

Wheezing, she finally got on the train. Body contorting so as to land unto a seat as quickly as possible, her body slumps on a seat as soon as it lands on it. Soon every other seat and every aisle became filled up to the maximum carrying capacity, many people squeezing the air away from the train. As it becomes more filled, she releases her last wheeze before the train's whistle roars to life. The train's whistle roars once more as the train chugs away from the station. Turning her head to look outside the window, she sees the bright flashes...

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