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Miguel P

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Apr, 2021

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Heartbeat in the stars

Weekly Contest #348

The silence of the lunar habitat wasn’t truly silent. It was a pressurized hum of oxygen scrubbers and the distant, rhythmic thrum of the geothermal tap. But to Elias, it felt like a tomb. He sat by the reinforced quartz viewport, watching the Earth—a marble of brilliant blue and swirling white—hang motionless in the velvet void.He pressed his palm against the cold glass. Down there, billions of lives were weaving together in a chaotic tapestry of noise and activity. Up here, he was the last man of a ten person team that had been sent up thr...

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Shadows on the Thames

Weekly Contest #307

London, 1883. A dense fog, as thick as wool and as mysterious as the secrets hidden within the city’s winding streets, clung to the gaslit alleys like a living shroud. Every cobbled pathway, every weathered façade of brick and stone, and every echo of a distant carriage wheel whispered secrets older than time. In this obscure twilight, Ezra Buckleby, a young man whose dark eyes burned with determination tempered by sorrow, ventured forth. He had come to London not only to seek refuge from his tumultuous past but also to find the truth behind...

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Unlikely Bonds

Weekly Contest #202

Jose and Amelia inhabited two separate worlds that seldom intersected. Jose, a middle-aged construction worker with weathered hands and a tough exterior, had spent most of his life working long hours under the scorching sun with his fellow Latino co-workers. Amelia, on the other hand, was a young and free-spirited artist, known for her vibrant paintings of Latino culture and bohemian lifestyle. Fate had an uncanny way of bringing them together, weaving their lives into a tapestry of unexpected friendship. It was a chilly autumn morning whe...

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I can see it now

I can see it now. All those tell-tale signs that I ignored, every single hint and comment that escaped my understanding. Now that I look back, I should have known what was about to happen. As much as I’d like to lay the full blame on them, I have to own up to my half of the responsibility. On some level I knew there was something wrong with the relationship with my daughters. I was only too happy to let those signs pass me by and keep forging ahead as if nothing were amiss. However, nothing could have been furt...

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Praying for a better year (A very short story)

2021 was not a pleasant year, not in the least. Mainly because of the worldwide pandemic that had been laying waste to the global population. This virus was a nasty one, nastier than we had ever seen. Yes, of course, there have been much worse over the millennia like The Black Plague, Ebola or Spanish Flu. But we managed to get a grip on the latter two, God handled the first one. However, COVID has carved its place in world history just for its mutagenic properties. The scientific community has never seen anythi...

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portal in the Rain

Gemma sat on the edge of the windowsill and stared through the plate glass watching the rain fall in huge droplets. To her it seemed like sheets of cascading raindrops were continuously falling from heaven in wave after wave. It was around 6:30 pm and the waning light of the setting sun could be seen weakly filtering through the ever darkening rainclouds overhead. She pressed her face against the glass and felt the cold against her skin. Gemma took in a breath and then exhaled, allowing her breath to steam up the glass aroun...

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The E-mail

The sun gently rose above the horizon signaling the dawn of a new day. Mondays were always the worst, being the beginning of another tiresome work week. Mike opened his eyes and peered across his dark room at the widows that were outlined in the dawn light. He didn’t want to get out of bed, didn’t want to wake up and face another day at a job he had come to loathe for many different reasons. But, as always, his dedication and loyalty to the company he worked for, as well as his firmly entrenched work ethic, forced him to ...

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TheParty

Weekly Contest #93

Miguel had not been to a party in a very long time, not since the death of his wife. On that day life had ended for him. His heart was broken as the love of his life was tragically taken from him. They had been married for only seven years and had two daughters, ages five and three. That sad day was twelve years ago and in that time Miguel had devoted himself to raising his daughters. There was no social life, no other women. His daughters were his universe. During that time, Miguel’s friends and family tried ...

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