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Allen Sacco

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Sep, 2025

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A Journey Through Dreams and Shadows

Allen Sacco

A shiver of profound unease, not from the cold, but from something far more sinister, traced a path down Mark’s spine. A flicker of movement, a fleeting shadow at the periphery of his vision, had snared his attention. A cold dread, sharp and sudden, washed over him as the sun dipped below the jagged skyline, and the long shadows of forgotten buildings stretched like skeletal fingers across the grimy alley. The world, for a terrifying moment, seemed to hold its breath, a silent witness to his escalating panic. He whirled, a primal instinct ov...

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The Lumina Quest

Allen Sacco

The Lumina Quest A sharp, winter-like wind, piercing the explorer's thin cloak, served as a painful reminder of the warmth of home, a warmth that now felt impossibly distant, a fading ember against the encroaching chill. Below, uncharted mountains, with their jagged, obsidian peaks, clawed at a twilight sky of bruised purples and inky blues, a canvas of perpetual dusk that promised neither the vibrant clarity of day nor the deep solace of true night. This was a land steeped in ancient legends and a subtle, pervasive magic, a magic that manif...

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Still Watwers Run Deep

Allen Sacco

Still Waters Run DeepThe village of Willowmere was a quiet place, nestled between rolling hills and a lake so calm it mirrored the sky. Most days, the only ripples on the water came from the wind or the occasional heron gliding low. The villagers often said, "Still waters run deep," a phrase passed down through generations, spoken with a knowing nod.Evelyn had lived in Willowmere all her life. She was a silent girl, content to watch the world from the edge of the lake. People often overlooked her, assuming her silence meant simplicity. But e...

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The Feral Solstice

Allen Sacco

In a secluded village, June prepared for the annual solstice, a vital tradition protecting them from malevolent forest forces. The ritual keeper felt the weight of her ancestors as she began, enchanting the villagers and the forest alike. Rebekah, June's granddaughter, initially skeptical, felt doubt flicker as the powerful ceremony unfolded. After the chant, a profound tranquility settled, rekindling the bond between villagers and forest. Rebekah's journey of understanding began, guided by June's promise that wisdom embraced both heart and ...

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A Journey Through Dreams and Shadows

Allen Sacco

Submitted to Contest #321

A charming village rested beneath a veil of morning mist, where an ancient oak tree stood proudly. Its branches twisted like gnarled fingers, cradling memories that danced beneath its leafy canopy, whispering secrets of days gone by.A young dreamer often found solace beneath this venerable tree, sharing tales filled with nostalgia and hope. She longed to connect with the world beyond her sight, yearning for a space where the past and future intertwined.The EncounterOn one misty afternoon, as the sun dipped below the horizon, it painted the s...

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A Conversation Through Time

Allen Sacco

Submitted to Contest #321

"Do you remember the majestic oak that used to tower above the riverbank?"”"How could I forget? It's as clear as yesterday." Its branches were like the arms of time, steadfastly cradling our secrets within its leaves.”“Yes, and the sunlight would dance on the water, like golden threads whispering stories of yesteryear.”"Those were the days, weren't they, when we carved our hopes into the bark of the trees?" The whispers of our aspirations marked on its ancient surface.”"Every single word represents a vow, a dedication to our shared tomorrow....

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Exploring Places

Allen Sacco

Submitted to Contest #320

Elias was very curious and wanted to explore unknown places. He walked deeper into the old, quiet forest. The gigantic trees had twisty branches that blocked the sun, making the forest floor look dim, like twilight. With each step felt like he was entering a special, forgotten place. The sound of leaves crunching under his boots was the only thing breaking the deep silence.Soon, the path he knew disappeared. In its place were tangled roots and plants. A worried feeling grew inside him. The delightful smell of pine and wet dirt now seemed str...

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