Yuliya Borodina

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jan, 2024

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4 Stories

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“Royal Blue” by Yuliya Borodina

Submitted to Contest #263

Roy couldn’t stop staring at the green banners flapping atop the tower crenelations. Tossed by the angry winter wind, they seemed too bright, too festive against the white backdrop of the snow-covered roofs, trees, and roads; too crude for the first hesitant hours of the twilight that still rang with the mournful echo of the church bells. Dun-dong-din-dung, the bells had wept. The king is dead. Dong-dong-din-dunnn. The king was murdered.And only an hour after, his brother had already replaced his banners with his own.“Bastard,” Keldrin, the ...

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“What If?” by Yuliya Borodina

Submitted to Contest #247

My college roommate wore a purple hat. Always. Everywhere. Innocent enough stylistic choice, you might think, but here is the thing. My roommate was an eighty-three-year-old near-sighted lady who, on most days, needed the help of her massive walking stick – and often yours truly – to get from the sofa to the kitchen table. She was bald, missing three front teeth, and bent so low she must have once been twice her height. Those qualities would have been more than enough to differentiate Liliana from the rest of the student body at our uni...

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“The Illustrator” by Yuliya Borodina

Submitted to Contest #239

You have never heard of me. You have never been to my exhibition. But you have seen my Art. Too young to speak? Too old to walk? Too poor, too busy, or category-five blind? You have seen my work.Of course, you have. Everyone has.I am the Illustrator.*****Thirty years earlier.“DO NOT ENTER,” says the sign in obnoxiously red letters. I push past the door.“CONTAMINATED AREA. RESPIRATORY EQUIPMENT REQUIRED.”I take a deep breath, hold it, and walk further into the bowels of the old dilapidated warehouse. It’s dark and stuffy inside...

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“We won” by Yuliya Borodina

Submitted to Contest #237

Sir? Sir!” Plete’s voice, “Please, sir, wake up! Please!”Even half-asleep, Warrian could tell that the boy sounded panicked. All but weeping.“Wake up, sir! Please, get up! We are under attack.” Plete was shaking him now.Go, said another voice, this one steady and calm, a remnant of the quickly disintegrating dream, Stay on the left side of the lake. We’ll push through.The voice cut off, a memory that shimmered, whirled, and vanished, as Plete’s words finally sank in. Warrian bolted upright.“How many?” He was already moving, pulling on his bo...

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Author bio

I am the luckiest person in the world, because I get to create entire worlds and then share them on the pages of my fantasy stories. I am a passionate reader (Brandon Sanderson and Patrick Rothfuss are top two of a long list of favorite authors), and an aspiring writer. Feel free to drop me an email at yvb207@nyu.edu if you want to talk about books, writing or anything you are excited about.