Anthony Carello

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Aug, 2023

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14 Stories

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“Malik The Undead Menace” by Anthony Carello

Submitted to Contest #221

Malik walked down the hall with purpose, each step echoing through the grand halls of his home. Every dozen or so paces stood a pair of undead. Each one was ready to fight to the death with only a thought if he commanded it. Though it wasn’t like anyone was stupid enough to try and attack him—or to even get through his first line of defense at the bottom of the mountain. As he walked, his estate reacted to his emotions. The anger and frustration he had felt over the past decades had only increased in recent years. # A long time ago, when he ...

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“Miserable Miss Hollydaye” by Anthony Carello

Submitted to Contest #220

As we drive over the winding, bumpy road on the outskirts of a small village, named Linkon I think, I see my dad shift uncomfortably in the passenger seat as my mother carefully navigates the terrain. He looks over at her, and she meets his eyes for a moment, almost like they are having a telepathic talk. For a reason unknown to me, they look… worried? The rhythmic flashing of the varying shades of green through the window and the gentle rocking of the car over uneven ground draw my attention back outside. I stare lazily ...

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“The Count” by Anthony Carello

Submitted to Contest #217

A loud knocking woke The Count from his deep slumber.The oversized stone slab made a grinding noise as it slid off the coffin. A sleepy and rather annoyed-looking vampire clambered out. On a small table beside the coffin sat a glass filled with a viscous red liquid—blood. In two gulps, The Count drank it and headed toward the front door of his manor.Shadows loomed in every corner of the mansion, as The Count saw no reason to waste candles on such a frivolous idea as light. He could see perfectly fine in the dark.When he reached his destinati...

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“Running on Fumes” by Anthony Carello

Submitted to Contest #216

“Dad, are we there yet?” Emily’s voice is soft and sweet as she asks the same question again. I don’t mind, though. “Not yet, sweetie.” Through the rear-view mirror, I can see her resign herself and shift uncomfortably. It seems like just yesterday when I held her in my arms, an innocent baby. A lot can change in eight years. The past few months haven't been easy on any of us, but as her father, I’ve tried my best to shelter her from the worst of it. It was all so sudden that I didn’t even have time to process it. My head hurts as ...

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“First Sip” by Anthony Carello

Submitted to Contest #216

The rotten, putrid smells of roasted arabica beans invade my nose without my consent. Attitude-laden customers pay for their over-priced cups of brown liquid, clinging desperately to that first sip feeling. Others sit and pound on keyboards while dressed in the latest designer fashions. Everything about the place hurts my head, almost like someone smashes it with a sledgehammer. Every day, I am forced to trudge to work past the establishment. Before I even see the massive glass windows adorned with that smiling bean-shaped insignia, the smel...

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“Black Book” by Anthony Carello

Submitted to Contest #215

What is the value of a human life? Henry often wondered this himself. Sometimes, it was all he thought about. A person is born, goes to school, gets into a career, and maybe even settles down and has a family. So many factors go into someone’s life that it is hard to quantify each variable. Yet, Henry constantly tried to answer the question.“and that’s why you need to sort the shelves the way the company trained you. Do you understand, Henry?”Henry blinked as his manager’s words brought him back to reality. He turned to face the red-faced ma...

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“Elderakin” by Anthony Carello

Submitted to Contest #215

Walking through the desolate landscape of Ruitina, Kurt Westin glanced over to his partner on this mission. His name was Alex, and he was a young cadet, freshly out of school. Kurt felt terrible for him for being sent on this mission, knowing that the kid did not know what was happening. The two arrived on this planet a few hours ago to investigate a report of strange sightings on and around Ruitina. Officially, this planet inhabited no form of life, but Kurt knew that was far from the truth. This planet used to be a lush paradise, fill...

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“Nature vs Nurture” by Anthony Carello

Submitted to Contest #214

I guess I shouldn’t be surprised.Deep down I probably knew for a while.My. Family. Are. Assassins… Let me explain.***It all started after our most recent family vacation to a beautiful tropical county. Sun, surf, and gorgeous beaches. A teenager couldn’t ask for more. That’s not to mention all the flirty servers, which my Sister seems to think are only acting that way with me to get a larger tip, but she doesn't know my charm. Needless to say, I enjoyed our trips.So, the fact that every time we came home the news would be filled with ta...

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“A Cultivation Story: Redemption” by Anthony Carello

Submitted to Contest #213

Riuk San Din stood in front of a mirror, he carefully looked at his body. He was a great cultivator and his body reflected this. There were long lines that covered his body. Filled with, what looked like, a pure white light. This was a direct result of his cultivation and was a symbol of his dedication and his power.  Two pool of the brightest purest light were all that remained of his eyes, another affect of his cultivation. The way Riuk saw the world was completely different ever since he got the new eyes. Instead of being able to see...

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“Gloves of Creation” by Anthony Carello

Submitted to Contest #213

Alex jumped from rooftop to rooftop, each breath feeling laboured and ragged. His feet were heavy, and his arms dragged as he scurried atop the buildings. I can’t let them catch me! They weren’t really after him, but what he had taken – The Hands of Creation. It wasn’t like he wanted to steal the most priceless invention mankind had ever created, but he needed them. With these gloves he could create anything that his mind could imagine. They were a true work of art, as well as a feat of engineering. Alex had no idea how they worked and get d...

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“The Ties That Bind” by Anthony Carello

Submitted to Contest #212

In a village forgotten by time, kilometers from the British hub of London, George groggily stumbled down the hallway of his two-bedroom house. The floors gave a slight creak under the weight of his steps. When he got to the living room, he put his robe on and opened the curtain in a quick motion. The early morning light was sharp in his still sleepy eyes, but he wanted to take in the morning. Hmmm! Saturday! My favourite day of the week and since Alice took the kids to go visit the in-law… George’s lips perked upward into a grin, h...

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“King of Coffee” by Anthony Carello

Submitted to Contest #211

Benjamin Duval slowly opened his eyes, as the early morning light shone through the cracks in his blinds. He turned and looked out the window. Still early, probably not even past six am… Well, I might as well get up and start my day. Slowly Benjamin grabbed the sheets and took them off of him, careful not to disturb his still sleeping wife, Marie. His joints making quite the ruckus as they usually did in the morning.  Pop. Crack.  Benjamin checked on Marie to see if the noise had woken her. He let out a sharp breath in relief w...

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“Love's Magic” by Anthony Carello

Submitted to Contest #211

         When Erika Simons stepped into her job at the library nestled in her small town, an idea sparked in her mind like the flicker of an old, forgotten tale. As a child, her grandmother's captivating stories had woven a tapestry of girls infatuated with princes far beyond their social status. These stories, though timeless, held an air of whimsical impossibility. The notion that nothing these girls did could capture the prince's attention, until the moment they chanced upon a hidden love spell...

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“Freedom” by Anthony Carello

Submitted to Contest #210

“My name is Xiyo and I am proud to be an alien.” I proclaim. The whole room erupts into applause the second the words leave my lips. Cheers and tears fill the air. I press a button on my wrist and the illusion that had been active, which made me appear human, flickers then dissipates, revealing my natural form. This is just for dramatic effect; the humans are already aware of the existence of aliens. My real race is that of Zyigrobian -at least, that’s the closest translation in English. Our species were brought to this planet to act a car...

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Writing is my passion. I try my best to get better with every story. A true author wants to be understood rather than adored.