Write about somebody breaking a cycle.
Posted in Narrative on Nov 1, 2022
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“Incarnation” by Michał Przywara
Today is my coronation. My thirteenth birthday.Tomorrow is the day I die.I grip the howdah’s railing as the elephant lurches down the Way of Heroes. I wave to the people lining the broad, cobbled street. I’m thankful for the parasol, shielding me from the searing sun.“They love you,” says the man beside me, gripping my shoulder. Yesterday, he was King Henloc. Today, he abdicated. Tomorrow, he will be king again.Thousands watch us pass, cheering, waving, and celebrating the Sacred Coronation. Behind them the san...
“Passing Through” by Deidra Whitt Lovegren
“We are here again.”“Unfortunately…”“How long have you been waiting?”“A few years or so, but what does that matter? You are here now.”“Remind me of this past life. Who were we?”“Old Yemeni soldiers. Too old to fight, actually—but what can you do? The Houthi took control of Sanaa. I died in your arms.”“Terrorist insurgency or foreign invasion?”“Civil War.”“Ah, yes. I remember now. We were running. Your skull shattered. I saw your brains ooze into the gutter. Quite awful.”“I don...
“Across Lifetimes” by F.J Red
TW: mild themes of DV“Break the cycle, my daughter. Don’t end up like me.” My mother would tell me. The earth has felt the footsteps of countless women before me who’ve fallen victim to the cycle of abuse, passed down from mother to daughter. Like the sun that sets when the moon appears, abuse became the relentless rhythm of repetition. With it, tradition formed the lyrics to this sombre tune, its haunting echoes swirling through the bloodlines, replaying on a constant, agonizing loop. Eff...
“Yellow Dot Fever” by Seán McNicholl
The old doctor sat back and rubbed at his chin. “And when did the symptoms start?” he said after a fashion, his eyes scanning over the young woman before him. “W-Well doctor,” the girl said as her tongue danced along her lower lip and her fingers gently drummed her legs, “I-Eh-I think about two months ago or so.” “And all the symptoms started at once?”“Eh, I-I-I don’t think so doctor. It’s just gradually got worse and worse. And now, I-I can’t control it, I-I-I need help!” she stammered out...
“Just Stop” by Kanika G
THEN When I knocked on the door of my manager’s office at 9:30 a.m. that morning, my throat felt dry and constricted. Despite the 22-degree-Celsius setting of the office air-conditioner, my shirt stuck to my sweaty back and my hands were clammy and shaky. “Come in please,” he said in his usual toneless voice. &nbs...
“True Colors” by Thom Brodkin
“Hi, my name is Richard, but everyone calls me Ricky—I’m six and a half.”“Hi Ricky! I’m Jimmy. I’m six, too.”“I’m six and a half! I’ll be seven in September.”“My mom says I’ll be six and a half next month.”“Hey, we’re practically the sameage.””That means we’ll be in the same grade. Are you gonna go to Faulkner Ridge Elementary?””I think so. Do you go there?”“Uh-huh. It’s close enough we can walk there. Do yo...
“Fade to Black” by H L McQuaid
A young girl with strawberry blonde hair clutches a stuffed bunny rabbit as she follows the trail of matted grass and snapped twigs. Ahead of her a man drags something heavy, wrapped in a blanket, deeper into the woods.He sings, “I'd like to lay my weary bones tonight, on a bed of California stars…”He stops, wipes sweat from his brow. She ducks behind a tree, holds her breath, then peeks her head out to watch. He digs, his shovel tossing dirt, until it clangs on metal. He rolls the stuffed blanket into ...
“Breaking the Habit” by Kevin Marlow
Clarissa's hand shook uncontrollably. Having pulled herself back from the edge of hyperventilation, she squeezed her eyes tight and sobbed. Opening them again, they drifted over to the door, slightly open, blinds askew, the echo of it slamming reverberated in her head. She sniffed and reached for a tissue, her other hand clutching her cell. Wiping her face, she blew her nose and grabbed another to dry the tears that had dripped onto the screen of her phone. Karen's number was suspended in the center of the display, the giant green button ...
“SHADOWMAN” by Chris Campbell
Lurking in the dark shadows of a slum alleyway, I stealthily waited for my chance to strike an emancipating blow for justice. What had been in the planning for three months would unleash unsuspecting and vengeful hell on some deserving reprobates. I knew their patterns of behaviour and without detection, had followed these violent creatures of habit for the last several nights. Vengeance was about to take on a new form and I assigned myself the responsibility to execute it with severe intolerance. When done, the city would breathe a big s...
“When Words Are Not Enough” by Shuvayon Mukherjee
My first question has an answer when Conejo arrives in the same beat-up Mazda we once kissed in. Fame has not changed him. The second question lasts until we lock eyes for the first time in two years. He still looks at me as if we’re alone in a crowded stadium.If there is a third, it floats away with my heart in the humid Barranquilla breeze.We are not talkers, me and Conejo. Even in childhood, we spoke little. There is only fútbol - a dance, a duel, and a heart-to-heart ...
“Running Round A Dream” by PJ Aitken
Read original story “Running Down A Dream” here https://blog.reedsy.com/short-story/03dhqg/ His eyes exploded wide open as the harsh sunlight hit them. Mikey had had one of those dreams again but this felt even more real than last time. He didn’t need to wrack his brain because every detail was etched into his mind. The lake. Sound of a boat’s engine. Voices. His best friend Warren was there. A c...
“The Pitch” by Kendall Defoe
Every weekend… Every weekend we come out here to see them play and he does the exact same things. Has his hands up to his face and just lets the other team run past with the ball. All those practices and he just does not do a thing when the game is on. Four years of this and he still does not care at all about it. When I was his age, I was out there wishing I had a uniform and a new ball to play with and people to make m...
“The Land of Milk and Honey ” by Futurama Delivery
As he nestled within a center of spiraling trees, Kreios clutched his whetted stinger to Amara; his eyes unabashedly filled with envy. A soft, snowy midnight glow bathed them. Seeing Amara's black-coated hair reflected in it, Kreios shivered as an undeniable power gleamed in her eyes. Her susurrations echoed in the trees. She bounced up and down.Amara was almost giddy beneath her fearfully shaking antennas.Her sandalled hindleg languished on firmly rooted oak branches. Dense shrubbery was beneath them. ...
“Singularity” by Craig Westmore
The doctors and technicians at the cryogenic labs tell you not to panic if you wake up and don’t know where you are. I am sitting alone on a bench in an urban park with high rise buildings in the background. The mission must be over, but someone should be with me during recovery.Not a single car passes by the road just beyond the park gates. No rumble of traffic. No one jogging or picnicking in the park. No ducks in the pond or birds in the trees. Only an empty whistling wind.Don’t panic, I remind myself.I’m still wea...
“Selene” by C. Jay Loren
I visited her at night as always, travelling to the Mountains, tall and dark like a looming beast.I walked to a hidden cleft marked only by a blanket of blossoming Moonflowers. At the base lay silvered, black doors that only opened when the sun’s heat was long gone.With a wordless gesture, it opened and I strode into the welcoming light. Soft, plush grass carpeted a ground of hard, cold rock. Lights were festooned into the walls and glowed with a bright, yet cold light.I strode through the corridor u...
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