Aliona Pires Diz - Writer on Reedsy Prompts

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Submitted to Contest #316

People crowded nearly the entire length of Imperial Avenue, the widest and longest street in Teak-An, the proud capital of the Confederation of Allied Regions Naitheren.The festively dressed crowd laughed, chattered, danced, and celebrated with abandon.A young boy, perched on his father’s shoulders could see far into the distance, taking in the full splendor of the parade.His father’s firm hands held him securely by the knees, so he wasn’t afraid of falling.Beside them walked his mother, cheerful and radiant in a flowing sky-blue dress.To th...

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The Fifteenth of Blóstfael

Aliona Pires Diz

Submitted to Contest #315

A sunbeam brushed gently against my eyelashes, flooding everything with warm scarlet light. I winced, opened my eyes wide, and sat up, glancing around in slight bewilderment. I’d had an unbearably strange dream, leaving an unpleasant aftertaste on my tongue. As if I were trying to grasp something—or someone—and it kept slipping… slipping beyond reach… My own room, everything as always: my schoolgirl’s desk cluttered with foolish odds and ends, notebooks strewn in disarray. Above the mess hung the calendar, pale and stern. From that neatly li...

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Rise not, dark rushes…

Aliona Pires Diz

Submitted to Contest #314

It was the hottest day of the year. The last day of the month Solhaeth — the summer solstice — had since ancient times inspired both awe and fear in common folk. The Sun raced across the sky in its blazing chariot for its final vigil. It had struck down in a merciless battle all foul spirits, and now would begin to fade, leaving the world of men and retreating for half a year into the ethereal realm of Wendside.Evening brought no relief. The stuffiness gathered throughout the day pressed down like a heavy blanket, wrapping the hut in an almo...

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Author bio

I’m a fantasy author, drawn to gray morality, sharp themes, and the fragile humanity that endures in impossible circumstances.
I’ve been building a world of witches, demons, and fractured nobility — a place where love is as dangerous as power, and devotion can both save and destroy.

My current project, Fractures Within, is a gothic-inspired fantasy threaded with folk motifs (yes, I do enjoy combining the unlikely) that blends aristocratic intrigue with the slow burn of impossible relationships. I love poetic prose and complex characters. I focus on psychology and detail — the kind of writer who’ll draft a full biography for a side character, even if it never appears on the page.

I was born in Siberia — once a place people were exiled to. Ironically, I found myself exiled from it, and now I live in Argentina. As a professional artist, I bring a painter’s eye to my prose — sometimes to the point where I just can’t stop describing things.