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Alexandria Sammataro

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Sep, 2023

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The Winter Flame Brings the King

Alexandria Sammataro

Submitted to Contest #232

Venus stood in front of the Winter Flame in the frozen caves outside of her village. It was pitch black in the caves, the only source of light coming from the dim blue flame. Venus grumbled angrily to herself as she paced back and forth in front of it. She didn’t want to be guarding the Winter Flame, but she had to. It was her turn. She thought the stupid tradition would’ve been over by the time it was her turn, she thought they all would’ve seen how stupid and pointless it was. But here she was. The tradition of the winter flame started in ...

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Stuck Home For the Holidays

Alexandria Sammataro

Submitted to Contest #227

Matthew aroused from his sleep and took a deep breath. His eyes widened and he shot up as the smell of snow filled his nose. “Oh no, oh no, oh no, I thought I could beat it!” he exclaimed, rushing over to his window. Snow was falling outside, heavier than usual. Matthew rubbed his eyes to assure he wasn’t dreaming. He always made sure to leave the small town where he lived before it snowed because he HATED the holidays. He’d rather spend his time warm and tan down in Florida than frantically buying presents for his family in the cold, having...

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My Purpose

Alexandria Sammataro

Submitted to Contest #221

I drift through my house, alone. Through the floors, the walls, the doors. I can do whatever I please, for I am freed from the shackles of life. But alas, as I stare out the window on this bright winter morning, at the snow that has fallen over my front yard, I realize, I have no purpose. Death has not brought me to heaven, nor to hell. I am not an angel or a demon. I am a ghost. And what do ghosts do? Are they sad? Do they pity themselves in death? Or perhaps they are happy. They can go anywhere they please, do anything they want. A common ...

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Inspiration is a Nightmare

Alexandria Sammataro

Submitted to Contest #216

Samantha sighed dejectedly as she stared at the blank canvas in front of her. She had been sitting like this in her studio now for five hours, wishing for the tiniest bit of inspiration to strike her. But no, she had painters block. Samantha had been painting her own original works in her secluded cabin out in the woods now for three years. She liked being out in the woods. It was calm, there were no distractions, and inspiration was all around her- if she knew where to look. And Samantha was desperate for inspiration now, because she ...

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