Alexis Araneta

“When Love Swings Back” by Alexis Araneta

Submitted to Contest #246

When I sat down on a golden-stained wood park bench, my once-usual one with the backing of wrought iron ivy branches intertwined like amorous bodies in the throes of passion, I never expected a single sight to sucker-punch me in the heart. No, I had no idea that settled down by this cheery playground, I'd observe the convex blooms of daffodil the colour of lemons in clumps on the grass suddenly leaving an acrid burn on my parched tongue, that I'd be powerless as a moment of relaxation in my hometown's pocket park transformed into my own soul...

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“Photographs and Memories” by Alexis Araneta

Submitted to Contest #244

Saturday, 30 March 2024To: ericaclark-steele@gmail.comFrom: david.steele@gmail.comSUBJECT: Photos in Google DriveHi, Honey,I hope you’re doing all right there. Oh goodness I miss you already.I know; I know. You’re going to say I’m being sappy again. If you were here, you’d roll those beautiful sapphire eyes and shake your head at me sighing as I stare at the 20x24 shot mounted in our bedroom of our first dance as a married couple whilst Jim Croce’s “Photographs and Memories” --- the song you always love to hum whilst you work -- plays i...

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“Mother Knows Best” by Alexis Araneta

Submitted to Contest #243

TW: Shades of abuse and control issues, swearingAuthor's note: Written after an eczema flare-up. Hahaha !**Tonight, my baby Allison had me blocked again. It has been exactly the ninth time in her thirty-four years of existence she has jumped in that beat-up cobalt blue Honda Accord (safety alert!) in the middle of the night (safety alert!) and drove almost at the speed limit (GAAAAH !) to the harshly-lit emergency room of her nearest hospital.Believe you me; I tried to stop her, to protest another instance of my girl distancing herself from ...

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“Letters to Margriet” by Alexis Araneta

Submitted to Contest #242

14 February 2019Dear Margriet,Hello!Look, I know you might find this a bit creepy, see this bold action of mine as an enormous scarlet stroke haphazardly brushed onto the pristine white canvas of your consciousness. I’m very sorry, if so. However, I can’t deny what I feel anymore; as much as I try to let it fade, it always bubbles to the surface. Yes, the truth is that ever since I first saw you at the Mauritshuis museum today, took in the chiaroscuro of your soul in those steel grey eyes that sparkled like the most brilliant of jewelry, you...

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“The Hippocratic Oath” by Alexis Araneta

Submitted to Contest #241

TW: Mention of sexual abuse, incest***“With regard to healing the sick, I will devise and order for them the best diet, according to my judgment and means; and I will take care that they suffer no hurt or damage…”I scan the cross-stitched words in the examination room of my clinic, framed in gold and screaming at me in scarlet thread, as I feel the prickle of what feels like a thousand knives at my throat. Five years ago, as I walked across the stage of a packed auditorium to receive a diploma from the medical school and a shiny new prefix t...

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“Yolanda the Thief” by Alexis Araneta

Submitted to Contest #240

7 December 2015My Dearest Alex,Just so you know, I’m writing you this letter in the garden of my new home, the only one on the street with high concrete walls topped with barbed wire that stabs the still air. Part of me is trying to reassure myself that I’m safe within this enclosure. However, I know very well that not even this imposing barricade can protect me from the sea salt and coconut-scented breeze slapping me across the face at this very moment, a gentle whisper of wind that, once upon a time, kissed me as tenderly as you always had...

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“The Smell of White” by Alexis Araneta

Submitted to Contest #239

As Alban Blanchard looked up at the large, white roses falling from the dark, overcast November London skies, --- as he saw the huge, pristine bulbs tumble out of a sky the colour of concrete and the air was filled with a heady perfume --- tears started to stream down his face, much like the floral rain he was underneath. Inside him, the question that had been growing for the past year had finally reached its full bloom.“How come Candace had never once stopped and enjoyed The Smell of White,” Alban whispered, sniffling as flowers starte...

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“May I Have A Word?” by Alexis Araneta

Submitted to Contest #238

Warning: Allusions to sex“Come sit, Liz.”“Damn it! She already knows my name,” I thought to myself as a shudder ran down my spine, a slow-moving glacier that froze my nerves little by little and all at once at the same time.I stared at the woman --- she who’d sunk a sizable amount of her savings for a last minute plane ticket and a hurried hotel reservation, she who’d spent ten and a half hours up in the air and navigated the maze of Heathrow for the first time just to see and have a word with me --- at the opposite end of this corner booth ...

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“Love Me, Love Me Not” by Alexis Araneta

Submitted to Contest #237

TW: Mental health, mention of sex“Oh crap,” I whisper as the morning sun’s rays come pouring into the large bay windows of my room, piercing my eyeballs with so much light that I could feel my irises sweat.Geez, why is the sun up so high, so early. Damn it, it’s February in bloody Barnet. Shouldn’t I still be waking up to a jet black sky littered with twinkling stars at six in the morning? Why has the cool, chilly breeze blowing from the Arctic that has caressed me for the past couple of months been replaced by the burning lasers from hell? ...

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“Ring Me Up ” by Alexis Araneta

Submitted to Contest #237

Missed Connections London Facebook Group15 February 2024Post Number 1984:To the blue-eyed man in the lilac shirt at Rhodri's on the night of 10 February:Hello!Look, I’m not usually the type to do this. Before you walked into my life and changed the flow of my days with just a radiant smile, I would have looked at this page, sighed at all the syrupy confessions of deep longing and affection, and started being concerned for the safety of all who yearn to connect with a stranger, to all who dare shout into, well, a void. Now, look at me prattl...

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“Non-Fan Mail” by Alexis Araneta

Submitted to Contest #236

Dear Ms. Nova,Congratulations on 30 years in the music biz! I’m very happy you’ve lasted this long in the industry because your music really is awesome and you deserve the longevity.You’ve probably heard this a lot, but my mom Donna and I are huge fans of yours. We’ve bought all of your albums: from your debut album “Dreams” to the latest one, “Higher”. Any time we’re together, we just have to play one of your albums. Your music is literally a form of bonding for us.I’ve included a photo of you during your last concert here in our city, and ...

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“Never Been to Paradise” by Alexis Araneta

Submitted to Contest #235

Author's note: This story is heavily based on the 1977 Charlene song "I've Never Been to Me". I do not own the rights to this song or its lyrics.TW: Mentions of abuse, marital sexual violence**October 7, 1978Buckle Rod, AlabamaDear Charlene (or, whatever your name is),Firstly, yes, I can finally admit it: meeting you two years ago was indeed, as you put it, fate. I must admit that I was, at first, visibly annoyed when you, looking every inch like a Golden Age film star in your Hermès scarf, approached me at the park, only for you to preach -...

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“The Assignment” by Alexis Araneta

Submitted to Contest #234

TW: Mention of death, suicide“Diana Sétte, please proceed to the Rose Hall your job interview.”Diana stood up and followed the instructions of the melodious voice coming out of the intercom system. With each step, she noticed how light she was on her feet; it was as if she floated on air. Back out there --- Earth, all she’d known was weight. The heavy sensation of a bullet piercing her heart and taking her to the grandiose hall she was now walking in was but the last in a series of crushing weights she felt throughout her life. Perhaps, the ...

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“Going Dry” by Alexis Araneta

“It tastes like what I’d imagine a dumpsite tastes like. Blech!”I look at the gold-topped counter in front of me with a lot of disdain. Everything looks like it’s supposed to. Rows of gleaming bottles shimmer inside a gold-painted cabinet, as if they’re the crown jewels being protected from the public’s reach. The ponytailed bartender, her white shirt with the Faye’s Bar logo embroidered on it looking crisp, is staring at me with an expression of resignation and…is it just me but does it also look like it….pity.Of course, she pities me, stuc...

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“The Taskmasters' New Year's Treat” by Alexis Araneta

1 January 2017Okay, so after five years of setting New Year's resolutions, blazing through them for two months, and then completely forgetting about it in March, I want to try something different. A game ? THE game ? The one I watch without fail on Thursdays on telly ?Welcome to Taskmaster: Sam's New Year Treat!Here goes nothing.Using an unusual line that could have been from Taskmaster, finally introduce yourself to Marina Scott from Marketing. Come on now, Sam. You've been stealing glances at that brunette with the fox-like face and the sp...

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