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Agusto Ramirez

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Nov, 2025

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The Echoing Bench

Submitted to Contest #332

The good times. I lay above the world with the wind blowing against my spine. The sun shone and fed me. The roots beneath my world stabilized us.Each of us stood connected to the other; the branches of life made sure of that.I didn’t know any of the others personally; they couldn’t speak. But I knew them in a space beyond the personal level; I could feel them in every step of life. I felt them rustle in the wind.I felt them feed.Breathe.Bathe.Fall.I liked to imagine what they would say if we could discuss like the humans below us. Maybe we’d...

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One Last Trip

My hands shook as I looked into the bill in my hands. A world had appeared within its folds—a vast landscape filled with particles. I had to be dreaming. I turned the bill sideways, getting a better view of the people living inside the bill.“Are you going to give me my change?” I looked up, realizing I was at work.Or was I? I stared at the woman in front of me. She could be a figment of my imagination. I waved a hand in front of her face.“Are you crazy? Give me my fucking change!” She slammed her hand on the counter. That’s one way to kill a...

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A Memory lost in Retrospect

Submitted to Contest #330

noun: limerence; plural noun: limerencesa state of being infatuated or obsessed with another person, typically characterized by a strong desire for reciprocation of one’s feelings but not primarily for a sexual relationship. She was my everything. When the world moved out of my sight, she stayed there, grounding me. Keeping me still and stable. When the pain in my soul shouted at me to bend, she covered my ears and helped me stand. When the ugliness of the world disgusted me beyond comparison, her beauty calmed me in a way no one would be ab...

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Until the Road Ends

Submitted to Contest #329

Under the unshielding sun, all beings stand as mirrors of the one true god, brought to form by him, known to his thoughts, and held in his heart. Let it be known; he who sheds the blood of their fellow man will draw his own blood in kind.I am dead. I know from the fact that I don’t feel hunger, I can’t feel pain, pleasure, sadness. A lack of feeling so profound it makes one wonder, how long will this last? I’ve floated through St’ Clementines Cemetery for decades now, I’ve watched man come, go, and return but a rotting corpse. It’s been the ...

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