Adriana Ricciardi

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jan, 2020

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“When He Comes Back” by Adriana Ricciardi

Submitted to Contest #84

*** He only comes back at night, when the moon turns a blind eye to the happenings inside this prison cell which he calls a room. He only comes back at night, and when he does, his mood is unpredictable. Yesterday, he was kind and loving. He asked me what I wanted for dinner even though we both know he doesn't trust me enough to make decisions. He put his arms around me and embraced me as if we had a connection, as if I wasn't trapped in this cell with nowhere to escape and no one to talk to but him. Tonight, he comes back, and he is a...

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“Late Dawns and Early Sunsets” by Adriana Ricciardi

Submitted to Contest #60

Anticipation tickled the hairs on the back of my neck as if an imaginary snake were slithering over my skin. I wiped a hand across my forehead, finding it warm and wet with sweat and dirt-caked blood. Beside me, Gia was wheezing."How much longer?" she struggled, trying to keep her breaths from echoing throughout the cave.I leaned my head against the cool, sharp rock and closed my eyes. Despite being refreshingly chilly in here, the sweat falling in icy drops on my neck made it hard to think straight.We had too many close calls tonight. Way t...

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“Victory” by Adriana Ricciardi

She dreamed of wine and cheese and Parisian sunsets overlooking the Eiffel Tower, and of the sound of her lover's laugh when she realized, "Damn it, Dee, I forgot the forks again."She dreamed of the scent of her skin, of the softness that resided there underneath her rigid exterior, and how she'd only smile when Dee was around. She dreamed of spending countless days in bed, not wishing to remove themselves from the bliss of their body heat mixing like frost and fire, like rain and wind. Like stardust and moonshine.And Joan dreamed of these t...

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“Blooming Hydrangeas” by Adriana Ricciardi

Submitted to Contest #23

"Tell me," she asked one warm night by the fire, "how do you humans express this 'love?'"Nearly asleep, the quirks in her speech pattern brought me to life, and I looked over at her with a resound curiosity."What makes you so curious?" I replied back. The unfamiliar topic of human emotion never interested her before, perhaps because the thought of something she couldn't understand intimidated her.The blanket draped over her shoulders was beginning to fall loose around the corners. Instinctively, I leaned over and wrapped it tighter around he...

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Author bio

All our life is but a dream within a dream.