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L.G. Basallote

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jun, 2022

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The Call of the Stage

Submitted to Contest #230

A male nurse escorted Luscinia around the snaking sterile hallways, the latter’s pink dress as visible as a blotch of blood on a clean gauze. Luscinia’s eyes focused solely on the heels of the nurse’s sneakers. When those heels stopped, they stood before a door made of a solid piece of wood. The sign on its right read Room 214. The nurse raised a fist to knock on the wooden door, but Luscinia grabbed his wrist before he could make a sound. She dismissed the nurse and thanked him, smiling perfunctorily when he asked for her number.Left alone,...

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The Assassin's Choice

Submitted to Contest #229

Choosing whether to plunge a dagger into your wife’s heart is never an easy decision. Especially when you were kissing passionately just this morning. But that was the situation Kalaw found himself in. Funny what finding out your wife is royalty can do to an assassin. Kalaw watched the other faces in the tavern. A futile action to distract his mind from what he must do. But it has also become second nature for him to observe. It was a full house tonight, mostly ordinary townsfolk unwinding after a day of work. Few looked strong enough t...

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The Dreammaker

Viscous streams of lakkas flowed from Manggob’s stomach to his palm for the one hundred eleventh time. A soft breeze rustled the surrounding forest trees. The inscriptions surrounding the decrepit golden top resting on his palm emanated a dim light. Manggob injected more lakkas, but the light flickered and died.“At least it glowed half a breath longer,” Manggob sighed.Four breaths and a half was something to be proud of. It really was. His father only made it glow for three breaths during his prime, but Manggob was only twelve. He would make...

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