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Ali Anthony Bell

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Aug, 2020

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Fall Fell Fallen

Submitted to Contest #63

Alexander Blackwell moved from Le Prés-Saint-Gervais, a close suburb, to a very small studio apartment at 84 rue de Raspail in the heart of Paris in the summer of 2007, after having paid for Fatoumata Cissé’s flight back to Dakar and helping her to get away from a forced marriage. He was still working as the Sales and Marketing Director for ACA Atelier des Créativités Artistiques in Pantin, which is next to Le Prés-Saint-Gervais, and commuting by metro. His new apartment was made from two maid’s rooms on the top floor of a beautiful Bourgeoi...

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A Rose, by any other Name

Submitted to Contest #61

“Hello?”“Rose Alison Walker?”“Speaking, how may I help you?”“Hello Mrs. Walker, I’m Anthony Bannister, I work for NPR, and I was wondering if I could interview you about your memories of the events of May 31st and June 1st 1921.”“Are you a white man Mr. Bannister?”“Yes, Mrs. Walker, I am. But I’m proud to say that my parents marched with Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. and I want to let the world know what happened to you and your town.”“Well it’s about time young man. White folk always wanted to cover it up.”“I’m coming to Tulsa next week, may I...

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When the Sun Rises in the West

Submitted to Contest #60

My name is Azizz Abdul Hakeem. It’s the 10th day of Dhul-Hijjah in the Hijri year 1525 (January 10th 2102 AD). The 1st Muharram 1526 is just 3 weeks away. The smoke has finally cleared from the sky, and the sun is shining brightly this morning for the first time in 30 months. The brightness hurts my eyes after being so long without sunlight so I pull down the blinds to filter it. I learned in my youth that this had already happened in history long ago, in the Hijri year -89 to -88 (536 AD), before the Prophet Mohamed (PBUH) as a result of 2 ...

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Terrific, Terrible, and…Terrifying

Submitted to Contest #59

It’s a warm sunny Saturday, May 12, 1990 and I’m driving to a job interview near Villaines-la-Juhel, in the Mayenne department of France, and as I approach I’m passing through one of the most beautiful landscapes I’ve ever seen. I’m thinking to myself as I drive “I have to get this job, this place is too beautiful!” I’ve seen paintings of the area done by Camille Pissaro, but the effect of seeing this beauty in all its flowery May splendor is almost too overwhelming. I decide that I will ace the interview and come to live here. “It’s all up ...

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The World Turned Upside-Down

Submitted to Contest #58

When we got back from summer camp in ‘69, August was family time. There were two times in the year when we had family time, in August and at Christmas Holidays. That year our Dad had sold his Chevy 2 and so we took the train to Texas and back. Texas was always the same; sleeping under the stars, catching horny toads (horned lizards), eating a lot, playing with cousins. I still hadn’t realized what the move from Montana had meant.As soon as we got back to Chicago things started changing dramatically. There were little communes in many of the ...

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The Unsigned Masterpiece

Submitted to Contest #57

Born in 1880 in Long Island, Paul Jerome Barry discovered a passion for painting at an early age. As his parents were rather well to do and open-minded, they let him follow his inclination, and he Studied Fine Arts in 1902 at the Chase School in New York, under two renowned painters of the time, namely William M. Chase and Robert Henri. Robert Henri’s teachings and experience gave him the urge to go to France, where everything was happening at the time. He moved to Paris in 1903, at 23 years of age.Everything was new and wonderful to Paul, P...

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Dream of Senegal

Submitted to Contest #56

Friday, January 26, 2007, Fatoumata, a 23-year-old Senegalese woman was sitting across from Alexander, a 47-year-old American of Scots-Irish and English descent, just two strangers sitting across from each other in a crowded metro train in Paris, line No. 5, direction Bobigny/Pablo Picasso, both were just daily commuters. This day was like any other in any bustling city full of unfamiliar faces, and yet fate was about to come into play.Alexander was struck by the uncommon beauty of Fatoumata’s face, and was studying every line and curve, try...

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Cherry Popsicle Day, ending sequel, The Secret

Submitted to Contest #55

“Can you keep a secret?” Johnny said in a whisper as they lay gazing into each other’s eyes in Ashley’s bed, the early morning light shining through her window. From the moment the bedroom door had closed behind them the day before they had passionately made up for the 3 and-a-half years of separation. Now they were both fulfilled and serene. Seeing the calm manner that he had posed the question she couldn’t imagine that the secret was something bad. Still, knowing his condition she wanted to reassure herself.“Nothing bad I hope?” She said s...

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Cherry Popsicle Day, sequel, A Second Chance

Submitted to Contest #54

Ashley put away her phone, wiping her tears off the screen. Johnny’s last letter and the poem he had wrote for her was bringing on a flood of memories and emotion. Johnny had asked her to remember only the good times and she was there now…at 15 years in the past…Wednesday, August 26, 2000, the day they met.It was a hot Florida afternoon, and she was working behind the sales counter of a 7-eleven, listening to the radio. The song “I Think I'm in Love With You” by Jessica Simpson was playing when he strolled in, plain white t-shirt, red surfer...

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Cherry Popsicle Day

Submitted to Contest #53

“Let me have it!” gushed out despairingly as he grasped at the melting cherry Popsicle just out of reach on the cement floor, it’s scarlet image blurred by the tears in his eyes. The soaring August heat was rapidly turning the Popsicle into a heap of cherry slush. A brutal booted foot smashed down on his hand, splintering Tyrell’s slender fingers, as another boot swung like a wrecking ball into his teeth and nose, again, again...“Hey, guys, Pumpkinhead wants his bloody Popsicle, should we let him have it?” Angelo snarled. Luke and Rodrigo, t...

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