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Akihiro Moroto

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Oct, 2025

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Bukubuku Cha, and the General’s Osettai

Submitted to Contest #333

Fujinomiya lane was a dirt uphill road that came straight from coastal route one. It was a pleasant April morning in Shizuoka, and Kajifuchi wasn’t expecting any visitors to his pig farm. However, there was a sleek black sedan beelining towards his property. Instead of waiting around for whoever was to arrive, the weathered farmer continued stewing the giant iron pot full of vegetable peelings, and wheat- donated by the US government; A porridge for his prized swine. Even with the vigorous simmering and repetitive stirring with the over-size...

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Lost and Found

Submitted to Contest #331

Spending the new years in Manhattan seems like a magical time, right? NOT if you’re a Cabbie. Oh the insanity of full contact traffic, random road closures, and dealing with drunk and horny riders messing up my upholstery. With the whole town hungover, and at the countdown, TriBeca was deserted. I already turned off my cab’s roof light, and decided to stick solely to big ticket Uber/Lyft rides, since ushering sloshed tourists to Times Square wasn’t really worth my effort. I was focused on peacefully welcoming the new year, scribbling my reso...

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Vielle Vignes

Submitted to Contest #329

From the depths of the damp Limestone cave, a fine vintage was selected. The cellarmaster carefully decanted out the Caramel amber liquid away from the coagulated sediments. I chuckled at the ceremony, as it reminded me of a monocled mad scientist; The oversized beaker, iron apparatus that cradled the mold covered Jeroboam, a reeded silver funnel- lined with a virgin handkerchief, and a vigil candle below the bottle's neck. Hell of a ritual, just for a drink. I fiddled with the Solutrean flint pendant around my neck, out of boredom. “A glass...

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Got Ninety Nine Resurrections, but Remiss ain’t one

Submitted to Contest #328

Preparing a Ceviche with the Fugu that I’ve fished from the East River was not living up to the hype. I was hoping it would be terminally psychedelic, like last autumn’s mushroom foraging incident in the Berkshires. The dreadful part, was the agonizing pain, the projectile fluids shooting out from everywhere, and the body gradually breaking down. I could never get used to the suffocating aspects of my life slipping away. I do however love the end-of-life dreams though; It’s like the highlight reels of memories on shuffle- and it all fades to...

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He Doesn’t read the room

Submitted to Contest #326

-Look, Doc. I’m really not a spy. Do I seem like Austin Powers to you? I’m from New Jersey..- *Dr. Waller was the third forensic psychologist that has been brought in by INTERPOL, and like her predecessors, she’s been struggling to not be derailed by this voluble prisoner. She’s analyzed tough subjects before; Hacker masterminds, warlords, black market bookkeepers…It was only a matter of time before she would crack this mystery man.* -I told the last interviewer the same, but then he put me in a cell with bad acoustics. Anyways, I was just s...

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The Stare

Submitted to Contest #325

The unwritten rule on the NYC subways is simple; For god sakes- Don’t make eye contact with those on the train! While everyone else was trying their NY best to ignore one another- There was one passenger that was dressed to the nines, and seemed adamant about breaking that rule. He glanced over and tried to make eye contact with each person on the train. Noticing his validation seeking intentions, I rolled my eyes and ignored him. I had no patience for such a bushy tailed tourist at this hour. ANY HOUR. As I sat across from this creep, there...

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