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Rosie Garcia

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Sep, 2020

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Her Name is Cassandra

Her name is Cassandra. They speak about her in words and and think about her in thoughts that we will never understand, set so far apart from us within the bounds of time, but they do know her name. It has not changed. I daresay it will not, though that is quite the presumptuous claim to make. All of our tongues have faded into scripts that their archaeologists pore over, emblazoned carelessly on the plastic remnants that circle the earth. I’m fairly sure that they think our plastic water bottles were statues of some god, one that everybody ...

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Umbrae

Don’t mind me.I drift along the grass behind you, lazily, the the same way leaves find their way downstream in the river next to us. You’re standing on the riverbank, staring at those leaves, and the gulping indents that little fish leave in the river’s surface. A duck quacks somewhere. I rest in the dust of the earth, to which you will return someday. There are little pebbles and insects and dandelion tufts blowing through me. The sun must be quite warm for you- I have never felt it- as it peeks through the clouds like an admirer pretending...

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The Sun and the Moon

A diner rests comfortably on the edge of a road. It pulls the sky about it as one would pull a blanket over their shoulders, flickering neon lights poking small holes in the dark. It is open. There are people inside, but the parking lot with faded lines and a bent stop sign lies abandoned.A traveler makes her way down to the parking lot. I couldn’t tell you if she is walking, stumbling, or trodding. There is nothing more to her gait then the act of moving forward. There is little more to her than the act of being. Glitter hides under her nai...

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Sir George and the Dragon

Weekly Contest #334

Dearest friend, I fear that I do not bear good tidings. Sir George has slain the dragon. He rode out with his sword and all manner of chivalry not three nights past, banners streaming elegantly in the wind- some of the younger, less informed ladies thought him quite fantastic- and he murdered the creature where it slept. Now, I must elaborate; The dragons in your mountains are quite the aggressive sort. If I am correct, and the understandings that my imagination has conjured from your letters proves to hold firmly against the truth of your...

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Smokey

Hello. It’s been a while, hasn’t it? That's funny. Of course, time is a funny thing. For example, today is the third of November. I don’t think you knew that, beforehand. What year is it, do you think? Is it last year? Is it this year? Or is it some year that hasn’t happened yet? That doesn’t matter, or course, as the only time we can really deal with is the present. The future is something to be plotted for, and the past is something to use in your plots. Nothing more than that.  You do not need this kind of chat right now, though. Yo...

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London Bridge

Weekly Contest #101

“All the stars are falling down, falling down, all the stars are falling down tonight.“ Your humming pierces the velvet that has been so carefully laid across the night sky. The stars, of course, aren’t falling down in the slightest. They have no reason to do so, and falling is a most graceless act that the stars think they’re better than. Realy, though, everybody falls. I saw the North Star trip over their shoelaces just last week.  But we’re not talking about the stars. We happen to be talking, or narrating, about you. You are the c...

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Maybe It's The Sun

You’re tired of doing this. You’re very, very tired. You are tired of leaving the rickety old wooden door to slam behind you, the false mire of protection you thought it had evaporating into the night air. Night, of course, because you never seem to get up early enough to enjoy the sunrise.  The sunset, though, it's different now. You’re noticing that for the third time this evening, as you sling your coat over your shoulders. You’re not even putting it on all the way, just letting the old thing hang like a cape. What are you the capta...

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Memory Lane

Weekly Contest #96

It’s always raining here.  There’s a cloudy blanket resting over this city. That doesn’t mean that the rain isn’t friendly, of course. The little pinpricks of crying clouds are there to brighten the tea lights everyone puts up about their doorways, to crystallize the street signs and the tree leaves that hang over them like bowing royals. You always wondered what brought the royals to bow like that. A scandal would be too cheap for the elite figures who watch over the streets of your new home. Perhaps one of them lost a fight, and now ...

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Watch the Fireflies

Weekly Contest #93

You're lost. You're lost. Lost among the lights that shield you from the void overhead. Lost from your companions. Lost from the cheerful babble that accompanies such a cluster of people. Lost, lost, lost. Maybe you lost them, maybe they lost you. There's a lot of losing going on. Shhh, calm down. Calm down. It's okay, there's nothing in the shadows. There's nothing to jump out at you. You've not been kidnapped by some kind of nightmarish clown. Everything is fine. Now, think. Where are you? What were you doing beforehand? You were with ...

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The Explosion

Weekly Contest #89

There are two people sitting on opposite sides of a table. One of them does not have red hair. The other does not have blue eyes. They're talking. Here, I'll turn the sound on. There we go. "You do know why you're in here, right?" The one without red hair asks, gently, politely. The one who does not have red hair stays quiet. There is nothing for them to say, not really. "I don't." The one without red hair is surprised that the one without blue eyes has admitted that they do not know something. The one without blue eyes keeps talking, and t...

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You Remember

I remember that day very well. I remember when you walked down the street, almost home, earbuds in and smiling at the world. There was a lot for you to smile at, I think. You were coming home from a date with your girlfriend, weren’t you? Never found her body.  You’re walking down a similar street now, but it’s not your street anymore. This one is wrought with broken fences, with blood painting the cement in wispy stripes. Smoke is choking the air bitterly, as if air has a neck to choke, and… There, that’s another rotten corpse. Someon...

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She's Proud of You

Weekly Contest #79

Why are you still there? I’ve told you to leave time and time again. But you’re there, in the forest. I can see the little wisps of fog that cloud up the air in front of you, so it’s got to be cold down there. Come on, you know this is pointless. But you’re still running. There’s nothing behind you, nothing to chase you but your own thoughts. Isn’t the cold tearing at your throat? Don’t your legs hurt? Don’t you realize how beautifully pointless it all is? I suppose you don’t, because you’re still running like mad. It’s crazy, you know this ...

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Beginning of the End

Weekly Contest #77

Well. Here you are. All the way at the beginning of the end. You’re staring at the snow, aren’t you? Like it holds the answers to your questions? You don’t have any questions. But it seems that you think there are answers. Answers to why it is only the beginning of the end, when so much has already gone wrong. That’s not a question; it’s a statement. There is a lot of thinking to be done. Thinking about how you could stay here, and remain quiet in your ways, to halt the end in its tracks. That’s how it’s supposed to work, right? If you do no...

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Albany?

Weekly Contest #64

It’s haunted here. I don’t know if they believe me, though. I don’t think it’s haunted in the way one would expect. None of the ghosts will listen to me when I talk to them, or shout at them, or scream at them in the middle of the night when it seems I’ve lost my mind. And maybe I have lost my mind. I wouldn’t know. I should be used to this, you know. I should be a lot of things, but it seems that I am nothing in the eyes of both myself and those who wander the corridors ceaselessly. I wonder about them. The ghosts seem so tired, and the loo...

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It's Okay

Weekly Contest #62

We’re leaving. I know that. I know a few too many things, if you ask me. Sometimes it gets to be too much, and I think I’m going mad, then I forget a little and it’s all okay again. Right now, it’s okay again, because I’ve managed to forget everything but this. We’re leaving. Not in the way most people would expect, though. The entire world is something most people wouldn’t expect. Then again, most people aren’t here to expect it. They’re all dead. Which is a pity, I’ll grant you that. Maybe it’s a good thing. There isn’t much left of the he...

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