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David Bradley Bertoni

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jul, 2021

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The Speed of Thought

Weekly Contest #345

The Speed of Thought As a child, he was the kind of person around whom things happened.Not because he tried. It was something in the quality of his attention — the way he listened, then responded, so that the other person felt, for a moment, entirely understood. His peers followed him without knowing why. At parties he invented the games, held the group together, knew when it was time to move on. Adults found him disarming. His mother said he had the gift of people.His favourite game was Monopoly. Every summer afternoon, on the table in a ga...

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The Last Romulus

Weekly Contest #344

THE LAST ROMULUS or: how to rule an empire without touching it. They say Rome fell on the 4th of September, 476.I was there. I didn't see anything fall.I saw a man — Odoacer, commander of the federates, a mix of Scirian blood and tactical patience — hand me an exile letter with the same detached tone one uses to dismiss a servant who's outlived his usefulness. I saw my mother weep in silence, because Roman women have always understood that power belongs to men and grief belongs to women. I saw my soldiers — if I can still call them mine — lo...

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Mind over Matter?

Weekly Contest #167

Mind over Matter? Here I am, once again. That moment, once in a while, raises as an unexpected doubt; as something that when caught in ordinary things, it doesn’t appear; yet, that problem always persists. It doesn’t go away. Though I attempt tackling it through various, infinite, directions, the ways out seem all, almost, impossible. The problem of skepticism… Which can be reduced, ridiculously, with this simple question: is this hand, that belongs to my body, real? Or more, is this body, that I have, real? And all the objects that surrou...

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Lear

Weekly Contest #104

Are you coming home tonight? She would pass right in front of me, without even listening my words. Her words, a castle of cards. She’d say that she’s sorry, but then doesn’t even want to stop and talk. To not mention when she said that she fully devoted her life for me. A perfect Geisha full of lies. That’s her play: construct castles of illusions, sing her victim songs, enchant her preys. Kamala, with her art of persuasion; she was out in the streets homeless and I gave her everything: an apartment where to sleep, cook and shower; a job, wh...

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