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Alexis Araneta

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Sep, 2023

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Never Been to Paradise

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

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

“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

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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Interior Design

Things to Take With You in Your New Townhouse:1.      500-Title Book Collection (Collection Started: 1993) – Place on the shelves --- painted lavender, of course --- all over the house. No need to differentiate between Graeme’s titles and yours. After all, when you told him all those years ago you wanted to live in a library, his quick response was “Can it be OUR library?”Copies of Gabriel Garcia Marquez’s “Love in the Time of Cholera”, Muriel Barbery’s “The Elegance of a Hedgehog”, and Antoine de Saint-Exupéry...

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The Elopement Proposition

Hi, everyone ! Well, this is the first short story I've written in years, so I may be a little rusty. Basically, I'll be using Reedsy to get back into writing again. Either way, I hope you like it.**“Just how do I do this?” Alice asks herself as she looks out the window of a London cab.The gently falling snow is covering everything in a light, pristine white powder, as if stardust descended upon Brixton Hill. Normally, Alice would have watched every single snowflake fall as a smile of wonder crept across her face. After all, back in Luiseith...

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