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Submitted by writers on Reedsy Prompts to our weekly writing contest. Looking for exciting new stories by Latinx authors? Look no further — these stories are a must-read for anyone hoping to learn more about Latin culture, or to become a patron of its freshest voices.

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Here there is the answer to a question: how a platinum blonde influencer bought herself a hair salon without working?

Weekly Contest #347

Marcela Castoro Pérez, a beautiful platinum blonde influencer with thousands of views on Instagram due to simple viral videos shot with a boy with walking support due to walking problems and already famous on social media shoots a video in skimpy clothes mimics the scene of a sexual approach playing on the controversial roles of mother-son. The girl opened the front door of the apartment already in a white babydoll with a lace trim, her hair dangling down her back, her winking brown eyes crossing those of the platinum blonde boy, both with a...

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FALLEN ANGEL

Weekly Contest #347

The shutters, clattering against the bedroom window, wake him though he struggles to recognise his surroundings; vaguely recalling the faceless whore he’d picked up in a bar in Teotihuacan. Instinctively, he realises he is alone. Sitting up, head hammering, he glances around the room: clothes scattered everywhere, ashtrays piled high with weeks old butts, empty liquor bottles; none of which he’d noticed in the darkness of the previous night. The sheets, he now realises, are grimy, redolent of the sweat of numerous bodies who had fucked he...

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My Mothers Lies

Weekly Contest #347

My mother once told me that my dad was an alien. I was six when she told me that. Now, my parents were born and raised in another country, Peru. They moved here after dad got through med school, and did his residency in Chicago. So, I first thought she meant he was born in another country. But looking at her vacant eyes and expressionless face, her mouth open like a child, her hair unkempt and pointing at all angles, I realized she meant the flying saucer kind. Then she said, -Thats why you are so good at math and science. This is the first ...

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A Blinding Light, A Moment of Silence

Weekly Contest #346

A blinding light, a moment of silence. Darkness. And then, the sound of a river. He could feel the hot dirt below his skin. A flash of memory hit him like a wave. Sounds of battle, people falling around him… cold, slicing stone and then… hot blood falling towards the ground."No!" he screeched, and sat up, eyes wide and darting about. He sat alone in a desert that went as far as the eye could see. The ground was flat, cracked with veins of dry, dead earth.Heat rippled off his skin, and suddenly he was thirsty. Thirstier than he had ever fel...

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The Fire Hydrant

Weekly Contest #343

The day had barely started, and my younger brother was already up to his mischief. It had been three years since my family had all been together in the same house, and abuela had been insisting we come back to Chicago for the summer. Given that she was 78 and not in good health, we all slowly started to cancel plans, and by July, my mom, dad, aunt, brother, and I were all cramped in airline seats. After an exhausting three and a half hours of nonstop bickering from our parents, I was practically running out of the terminal only to catch a ca...

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No more coffee shops

Weekly Contest #339

She was shot in broad daylight. That day I had been arguing with my son about getting a haircut before his band concert. I wanted him to look sharp when he played his trombone. “Mi amor, your hair looks like a mop. Cut it or learn to style it.” “Ay mama, you are such a nag.” “Yes, but I’m the nag that loves you.” He rolled his eyes at me but still mumbled, “I love you too.” It is strange how that was the highlight of my day until the news came. I think it is because the other thing that had been new besides nagging my son was the passport. E...

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Cafetera Bialetti

Weekly Contest #339

“Bueno, el café es una de las cosas más importantes para los puertorriqueños y el mayor parte del caribe y Suramérica.” Damn it; I forgot the lecture was going to be in Spanish. Our teacher was in the front preparing coffee - an espresso pot here, a French press there, ground up instant coffee, one of those vessels for Japanese preparation. The name of it is escaping me; I will just wait until she tells the class. Here’s the thing: I don’t really drink coffee. I was born with an extra wire, to burn, I guess. But the teacher? She drinks abou...

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The List

Weekly Contest #338

Manuel Salazar, better known as just plain Manny was a riding in a Yellow Cab through the streets of New York City. He was on his way to LaGuardia Air Port. A few hours after takeoff, he would be returning to Managua, the place of his birth. All Manny can remember is that they took his mother by force in the middle of the night, and he has not seen her since. Buried deep in his memory is her voice crying out to him as they led her away, “Hijo mío, quédate allí y espérame. (My son, stay there and wait for me). He did not know at the time, th...

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Somewhere

Weekly Contest #337

Once the officers left, she started to pack. Clothes, a brush, shampoo. Small jewelry. Keepsakes from her cousins in San Juan. Her savings from the flower shop in her coat pocket. Toothbrush. What else? Would we stay at a hotel? He told her about an aunt of his who lived up north at Morningside Heights, but if that plan fell through, they would have to stay at a hotel. She’d write to Papá, of course. (Pen and paper! Yes, those, too). Once she and her man were settled…once they were safe, they would confess their love, confess it all. Tell t...

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The Mountains

Weekly Contest #337

The apartment has remained the same over the last few years. No more moving or changing things. The off-white walls hold old paintings of hunting dogs and hilly scenes. The small living room and dining room are all visible when the three of them walk in. Veering right, they see the kitchen where up to three people could stand together to prepare things. From the kitchen window, the courtyard is visible with clotheslines holding garments from the tenants that live in the three apartments that share the space. The cement walls feel cool to the...

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5am

Weekly Contest #336

Roberta: Good morning!Tanya: Jesus!Roberta: No, mom.Tanya: Why are you up?Roberta: Why are you home late?Tanya: Are you waiting for me? Did you sleep?Roberta: How can one sleep when their child is missing.Tanya: Mama, I am 21.Roberta: Oh! So, you aren’t my child. Good to know, that frees up the list of kids who get money when I die.Tanya: Ay mama! It is very normal to be out late on weekends, when I was at school, I was always out!Roberta: School? What is that, you don’t do school remember? Because as you said, school is where artists are br...

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Pan Con Pavo

Weekly Contest #333

I took a deep inhale from my vape. I was going to need it. I was visiting my family for Thanksgiving, and it was always my least favorite thing to do. I always told myself the day I cut off my family would be the day I would be free, but I never had the heart to do it. I watched my cousin, Magdalena, and her pack of kids fill my tía’s house. I knew my mom was already there, and I hadn’t spoken to her for a couple of months. This was what I was most nervous about. What I was most excited about was dinner. I love the way my tío cooked the turk...

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Las Catrinas

Weekly Contest #326

Their laughter came before they did. It was sharp and foreign against the hush of candles and prayer. He felt it ricochet off the stone walls and rush back at them, making him wince at its harshness. But the light here was perfect, gold leaking out of every flame, glowing even with the sun still in the sky, so he didn’t give it a second thought.Locals looked up at them, their prayers unbroken, unfaltering, as they watched them enter. For a brief moment, he thought he heard their voices in the wax dripping and petals shifting beneath his feet...

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La Hacienda

Weekly Contest #325

When the layoffs came, they arrived like a sickness spreading through the country. Entire departments gone overnight, entire futures rewritten in an email that began with, ‘We regret to inform you.’I was one of those who had been regrettably informed.I had built my life around that job, the title beneath my name, the proof that I’d made something of myself. That all the sacrifices my family had made by leaving Mexico were worth it.Then, in one morning, it was gone.My abuela came to stay with me when she found out, saying I needed company, th...

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San Bartolo

Weekly Contest #324

CW: Accidental injury Tata's driver dropped us off at the top of the hill. The sun glints off the metal inside the car had burned my eyes.I blinked hard and fast to get rid of the blinding red afterimages.Outside the car was better.I looked straight out and saw the gutter of the sapphire sky and the seamless flat green of the ocean.No whitecaps, just rare lone rollers coming from infinity.Squinting I could saw white patches of boats standing still in the distance. It was just a short walk to our family's bungalow in San Bartolo, Peru.The gra...

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