Zacharias Boer

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Nov, 2024

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“Christmas of '89” by Zacharias Boer

Submitted to Contest #284

The roast was bubbling under the skin, melting into a lovely glaze. The scoring remained light tan and the surface deepened to a beautiful chestnut color, so evocative of Christmas. Amos smiled happily and closed the oven again to allow the slab of beef to cook uninterrupted.  He shuffled to the family room, grunting with each step as old men often do. Seating himself comfortably in the armchair closest to the sparkling tree, he looked upon his family while the corners of his eyes crinkled with mirth. The little ones were squealing whil...

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“The Current” by Zacharias Boer

Submitted to Contest #277

The insulae were hot with flames as I ran past them, rubble grinding into the soles of my bare feet. I choked on the smoke, watering eyes blinding my sight–though it didn’t matter because I hadn’t picked a path of escape yet. The only sacred and peaceful place of the entire empire had been seized–and by our very own leader. Sulla had left the capital in flames.“Marcus!” I shouted, voice made raspy by the smoke inside my throat.“Avi?!” A voice called back.I gasped, rushing to the direction of the voice. Through the thickening smoke I could se...

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“I Know” by Zacharias Boer

Submitted to Contest #276

“Will you go on a date with me, Zach?” That’s what he asked me. Outside, on the lunch hour at a robotics competition sometime in October. We two sat on a concrete quarter-wall in the high school courtyard, each in our team shirts. It was chilly outside that day so I knew my face was flushed, incriminating me. I forget the context in which he asked me that. It was meant as a joke, a witty response to some dry comment I’d made about girlfriends or boyfriends or sex or something. The point is that he asked me, and I had already convin...

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“Mercy Shown” by Zacharias Boer

Submitted to Contest #275

I have been here for two days. My eyes are sinking into my skull and my skin is greasy and gray. The swell of my belly has deflated; my womb has gone cold and my baby, still within me, has begun to quietly descend to the base of my back as my mushy organs part for her weight. My lungs have calmed their efforts to maintain the flow of life, resigning me to my peaceful sleep.  I’m as dead as the home in which I lay, still and heavy like my body now. The dead walk outside, disturbing the gravel and occasionally becoming curious enough to a...

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