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Kaeyllane Dias

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jan, 2025

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Messages for Tomorrow

Submitted to Contest #286

The diagnosis paper trembled in Eduardo Ruiz's hands as he pressed record on his phone in his small Phoenix apartment. Since moving from Guadalajara five years ago to be closer to his family, he'd never quite adjusted to the Arizona nights. "Number three-hundred and forty-two," he whispered, the digital clock burning 3:47 AM into the darkness. Six months, the doctor had said. Maybe less. Each recording now felt like a race against time. "Mis queridos nietos, today I will teach you how your abuela made her famous churros..." His voice cracked...

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The Weight of Memories

Submitted to Contest #286

The wrecking ball crashed into the hanok next door, and Park Soon-ja's hands trembled as she clutched her jade tea cup. Each blow echoed through her walls like a heartbeat, threatening the last fragment of her world. Seventy-five years of memories shuddered in these ancient beams. She traced the wooden grain of the main beam, worn smooth by generations of touches, and wondered how many more mornings it would stand. "Eomma, the developer called again." Her daughter Jin-hee's voice crackled through the smartphone, tension evident even through ...

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Dial Tone Dirges

Submitted to Contest #285

[Tijuana, Mexico - Pay Phone outside Mercado El Popo, 1999] [Sound of coins clinking, dialing tones] "¿Aló? ¿Quién habla?" "Meire? Es Leah..." "¡Leah! ¡Dios mío! I can't believe it's you! We've been going crazy here! Your mother comes to my house every day asking if I've heard from you. Where are you? Are you okay?" "I... I made it to Tijuana. I'm at a pay phone near the market. The phone keeps eating my coins, so I don't have much time—" "You sound different. Your voice... you sound sick. Are you sick?" "I'm not sick, Meire. Just... ...

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Familiar Strangers

Submitted to Contest #284

Andreia stood in the arrival hall of Vitória Airport, her heart racing with anticipation. After twenty-three years in the United States, she was finally home. Her husband Mark and their two teenagers, Lucas and Sofia, stood beside her, jetlagged but curious. She had promised them a warm Brazilian welcome — cousins, aunts, uncles, and friends all gathering at the airport with homemade signs and bright smiles. That's how it had always been. Except her parents stood alone by the baggage claim, their silver hair catching the fluorescent light. "...

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No Going Back

Submitted to Contest #284

Content warning: Themes of coercion and criminal activity Katarina stared at the thick envelope sitting on her desk, her pulse quickening. The return address was from an anonymous sender, but the bold, red stamp across the front read Privado y Confidencial. She had almost ignored it, thinking it was another tedious legal document. But when she finally opened it, her hands began to tremble.Inside was a single photograph of her daughters—Manu and Tina—taken at the park two blocks from their house just yesterday.On the back of the photo, i...

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