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Annalisa D.

Author on Reedsy Prompts since May, 2021

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A Way Out

Annalisa D.

If I had been on time, maybe I could have stopped this. If she hadn’t been alone, they might not have even tried to take her.  “I need to get out of here,” she mumbles between sobs and shivers. I watch her curled up on a cold metal bed, wanting desperately to wrap my arms around her and keep her warm. I know my touch will only make her colder. That’s one of the problems with being dead.  “I need a way out,” she pleads to the air. I don’t have any delusions she knows I’m here. Mostly because I’m not really even sure she knows I’m ...

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The King Who Would Not Believe in Dragons

Annalisa D.

Submitted to Contest #125

King William Thomas Francis meandered through the courtyard watching blue birds land on a pink flowered tree, oblivious to the panicked yells and chants of the protesters surrounding his palace walls. The voices carried with such a strong, echoing projection, it seemed impossible to believe he couldn’t hear them, but the King’s face showed no indication he had.  A lanky man wearing clothes he had clearly outgrown scurried after the King. “King William Thomas Francis, I must have a word with you.”  “Oh what is it now?” The King gr...

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All We Need

Annalisa D.

I got the sense no one really wanted to be here. Maybe they were like me. Not wanting to sacrifice their dignity, but too desperately needing the money. We’d step onto the stage and the crowd would stare at us transfixed by wonder. They’d cheer and encourage, but not in any genuine way. It was like a whole crowd of people who want to pretend to be your friends to collect gems they can use to make fun of you later. I could picture them now in their warm, cozy living rooms with glasses of wine and bourbon, throwing back their heads with laught...

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Bleeding Snow Globe

Annalisa D.

            When I opened my door to head to class, I noticed a small black box with a sparkling black ribbon on my doorstep. I certainly wasn’t expecting a package. No one ever sent me anything. I looked both ways down the dark, empty hallways of my apartment complex. Perhaps the box was meant for someone else. I crouched down and delicately lifted it. Black glitter sprinkled across my hands. There was a tag in the shape of a spider that blended in with the black of the box. I flip...

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Adopt a Space Alien (Part Two)

Annalisa D.

Author's note. This is a part two of what will likely be three parts total. "Thanks a lot, Bernadette, for that enthralling tutorial on ways to clean our bottoms once we've run out of the good ole tp," Burt Kelly said cheerily into the camera. He'd really taken over his role as the only news person with gusto. "Up next we have Sheila's segment on cooking inside your bunker. Delicious recipes that only require canned foods, since that's all most of us have. Before she begins, we want to remind everyone that no one should be hungry. It's scar...

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Adopt a Space Alien

Annalisa D.

      Fiona was feeling desperately lonely, when the television seemed to speak directly to her via advertisement like it could read her mind. The screen showed small, colorful, gelatinous creatures with large sparkling eyes. They babbled and cooed like babies, and looked at everything with affectionate wonder.            “Do you often feel alone? Do you feel like no one understands you?” The advertisement asked.      &nbsp...

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Kiera and the Sea Dragon

Annalisa D.

Submitted to Contest #119

CW: Abuse, Sexual Violence, Trauma        To escape the anger that burned through my veins with debilitating power, I fled to the silent house by the sea. Silence was all I had. Only the noise of waves crashing against the black rock lined shore interrupted my peace, but that sound didn’t bother me. It fueled me.             As I sat on the shore, letting icy wind pierce through my soul, I noticed a large cave carved in the sea cliffs a mere walk...

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Underground Society

Annalisa D.

 Isla needed a restart in life. She'd recently picked up a self-help book that called to her from the library's new arrivals in nonfiction shelf. In reading the book's pretentiously worded, but relatable contents, the realization she'd let her insecurity erode her potential smacked her hard. The time had come to take back control of her mediocre life and make it something of value. The only problem being that she had no idea how.Since the book had also mentioned time in nature being a way to embrace one's true self and open the door for...

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The Bridge Door

Annalisa D.

Submitted to Contest #117

CW: Sexual violence/abuse, suicide, swearing             “You’re the absolute last person I want to call, but I’m really desperate here, Elliot.” Scarlett’s voice sounded shaky over the phone. Was it emotion or a bad connection?         “What’s wrong? I’ll do anything to help.”         “You’re the only one who answered.”         I waited for her to continue. &nbs...

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Human Costumes

Annalisa D.

Submitted to Contest #117

CW mature content            Birsha’s long, black claws clutched the stopwatch so tightly I expected it to shatter. His yellow cat eyes darted back and forth, and his seaweed-like beard swayed as his head nodded side to side to a rhythm no one else could hear.         “If you keep watching it, it’ll take longer,” Kikimora hissed. Purple ooze slowly slid down her scaly, purple skin giving her the appearance of melting into a pool of slime....

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The Neighbor's Basement

Annalisa D.

CW: foul language, violence, child abuse      I stabbed a steak knife through the orange pumpkin flesh and sawed a jagged line around the stem. Warm rays of sun hugged my shoulders while I worked. The scent of burning bread from the egg sandwich Jeremy was grilling on the deck tickled my nose.           “So, you and Trent are like an official thing now?” Jeremy asked while spraying canned cheese across his sandwich.       &...

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Breakfast with a Ghost

Annalisa D.

Submitted to Contest #115

 CW: Swearing, blood, death     Getting a call at four in the morning on a stormy night, created an instant feeling of gut tangling dread. Luckily, I guess, I was already awake. An unusual nightmare about watching Jonah drown in an icy marsh and not being able to save him woke me with heart palpitations. In the dream, I dove under the water and desperately swam towards him but never actually moved. He floated in the murky, green-brown water in an oddly peaceful way. I swam furiously in place while the pressure b...

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The Mountain Prince

Annalisa D.

      Evelina’s shimmering, rose-colored wings fluttered as she bounced from one flower head to the next in a graceful dance. Her best friend, Ingrid, clapped her hands in delight as she watched from a purple mushroom top.           “I liked this one even better than the last!” Ingrid cheered.           Beaming, Evelina leapt off the white daisy and took a bow while her feet sunk into the soft blanket of...

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The Swamp Queen

Annalisa D.

      Cayden pulled the hood of his black cloak over his head and slipped into the darkness of the forest. His movements were light and swift so that his approaching footsteps would not be heard. The haunting sound of a melancholy flute guided him towards the secret gathering that he wasn’t supposed to be in attendance for. In the darkness of the night, the twisted branches of the trees above him appeared to sway, stretch, and reach out for him. He assured himself what he saw must be an illusion due to the eerie...

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Rocky Shore

Annalisa D.

Submitted to Contest #114

      “You want to get out of here?” Hunter asks.           My head feels light and slightly hazy from the orange flavored beers I’ve been consuming. A part of me longs to stay because I know our friend, Chase, won’t come with us if we leave. It’s hard to tell sometimes how much Chase even likes us and there’s an odd comfort in that. It’s what I expect, and it keeps me in my familiar role of constantly seeking approval. A part of me also wants to leave. Part...

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