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Jerome Grafil-Carlos

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Dec, 2021

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Ianfu: A Documentary

Jerome Grafil-Carlos

Submitted to Contest #186

Sensitive Content: Some parts of this story allude to instances of sexual and physical violence on the context of war.“We’re clear to take? Cameras, audio, lights? Great, great. Are you ready, Ma’am?”“Yes, I’m ready.”“Please know you are free to stop whenever you want, and you are not required to answer any question you’re not comfortable with. We’re going back to some hard times in your life when you might have felt like you did not have any control. This time you control everything, okay?”“That’s good to know.”“State your name and age, ple...

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Little Miss Grudges

Jerome Grafil-Carlos

Submitted to Contest #141

Arthur pouncing on the halls irritated Miss Guthrie even further, the pen snapping at her hands, the legal files in front of her held only in its perfect, flat form by the hands of Miss Dinsly who, after ninety-eight years of working under the hotel matriarch, knew by instinct how papers with one-star reviews could not withstand the forces of mental exertions her boss could produce once engulfed in rage.“Read me that review,” Miss Guthrie said as she stood up, marching towards the double oak doors of her office.“Well, Ma’am, I—”“Arthur!” Mis...

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When The Sea Takes You, I Won't Come With

Jerome Grafil-Carlos

Winner of Contest #126 🏆

“In my past life, I was a bird.”“How’d you know?”My little brother shrugged. “I just feel it.”Piles of debris painted where the houses used to be, torn-down walls and foundations mere remains of the structures that were there. We must have scavenged through all of them, finding nothing but rubbish and mud. The blue comet streaked across the sky. Cold winds blew onto my back, smelling of sand and cement and something else. A tinge of something bitter, something revolting. The water took four people from around these parts, but the way they po...

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