Alexi Delavigne

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Nov, 2019

Stories (7)

7 Stories

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“Generations” by Alexi Delavigne

Submitted to Contest #52

I recognized him immediately. My stomach twisted uncomfortably as my eyes met his. There was no mistaking it, it was him. The man from the photographs my mother had kept hidden in the back of dresser drawer.His hair had a few more streaks of grey, and his face had gained a few wrinkles, but it was definitely him. The same brown eyes, the same smile. Yes, he smiled as he saw recognition in my face. I wondered, did he also see the confusion and fear?He stood at the end of my driveway. I had been picking up Ryan’s toys and had happened to glanc...

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“Designated Driver” by Alexi Delavigne

Submitted to Contest #50

“I propose we get ice cream.” Kaitlin is slurring her words so much it takes her twice as long as normal to get this sentence out. She has had far too much to drink.  Even you, who do not drink regularly, have had a couple of glasses of wine. But your two friends Kaitlin and Rian have been drinking heavily for the past three hours, gulping their way through bottle after bottle. Although you have consumed a comparatively small amount, you can feel a slight giddiness about you. But you don’t think you’re impaired. After all, you're ...

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“No Longer Alone” by Alexi Delavigne

Submitted to Contest #49

Nina stared at the grey ceramic floor, the harsh fluorescent lights reflecting up into her eyes. There were only two other people in the room with her, the receptionist, and a middle-aged woman with perfectly styled hair and pristine cherry red lip gloss. When Nina had arrived, the receptionist had asked for her name before clicking away on her keyboard, nodding to herself, and saying “Have a seat, the doctor will be with you shortly.” The other woman was pretending Nina didn’t exist, evidently whatever was on her phone required her un...

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“Dylan's Heroes” by Alexi Delavigne

Submitted to Contest #48

“Dylan, did you sleep at all last night?” Dylan wearily raised his head to look at his mother, sleep making his eyes heavy. “I had to find out if Mighty Man rescued all the people from the elevator.” Mighty Man was Dylan’s favourite superhero. He had spent months and used all of his birthday and allowance money to complete his collection of comics featuring the crusader. “And, did he?” His mother asked as she finished packing his lunch. “Of course he did mom, he’s amazing. I wish superheroes like him were real.” “I think it’s grea...

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“My Story” by Alexi Delavigne

Submitted to Contest #46

My alarm is ringing. I reach over and grab my phone off the nightstand to turn it off. Rolling onto my back, I stare up at my ceiling. A ceiling I know so well after years of laying in this very spot, studying the minute details above me as a way of escaping the thoughts in my head. I pick up my phone again and squint as the dazzling light from the screen hits my eyes. I check my email and Instagram feed to see what the world has been doing while I’ve been asleep, but find nothing more exciting than my neighbor’s post of her new manicure and...

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“The Lie I Told Myself” by Alexi Delavigne

Submitted to Contest #44

“I don’t love you anymore.” I saw Parker jolt as if I had shot him. A bullet might have hurt him less than my words did. He stared at me, and I could see first shock, denial, and then pain etched into his features. He stepped forwards, slowly reaching out his arm as if he wanted to take my hand. I moved back, away from him, away from us, away from all we had been and all we could’ve been. He saw me move away from him and stopped where he was, letting his arm fall to his side. “Please, Mel, talk to me. Tell me how to fix this. I don’t wa...

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“A Lifetime with Her” by Alexi Delavigne

Submitted to Contest #16

 The second he had stepped through the door into the coffee shop, Jackson’s gaze had been drawn to her. Now he sits one table away from her, and still his gaze is pulled towards her as if magnetized. She is beautiful, but then a lot of girls were beautiful. There is something different, something special, about this girl. She sits alone in front of a laptop, a mug beside her filled with a steaming beverage. Jackson ponders whether she prefers tea or coffee, or something more adventurous like apple cider.She types something on her laptop...

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Author bio

Lifelong lover of good stories, complex characters, and warm apple pie. Writer looking to learn new skills, embrace new ideas, and practice her creativity.