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Ari Berri

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Aug, 2020

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The Party

Angelique Ryans stepped out of the sleek black car, her deep red dress glittering in the low lamp lights and the flash of the cameras. The glittering gold jewelry shone against her dark skin, and her thick curls hung long and loose.Her date to the party, the son of one of the wealthiest men in the city, offered his hand. His deep green tuxedo suited him, brown hair styled back, a cocky smile on his lips."Shall we?" He helped her onto the sidewalk, turning to the cameras for pictures of the pair of them together as they headed to the front of...

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I want to feel all that love and emotion

“Marlin? Where are you?”I see a shape on the ground in the dark alleyway. No. I’m too late.“Marlin?”They cough, blood splattered on their lips. Their hair is damp from the puddle their head rests in, and I don’t want to think about if it’s blood or not. “Qu-Quinn? That you?”“Marlin.” I whisper, my eyes filling with tears as I fall to my knees beside them. Their shirt has been slashed, and it’s stained red at their side, beneath their hand, the dark stain creeping farther and farther. “What happened?”“Wolf. Slashed me.” They groan, fingers di...

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Don't let it make you cry

   “You want to investigate this death? Why?” I clear my throat, and repeat my statement. “After reviewing the file, I feel as though there’s something about them that’s missing. I think that, with time, I could find out what that is, and bring it to light.” My name is River Garland. I’m a private detective, and I’ve been looking through files of recent deaths, and a certain one caught my eye. My boss, Charles Areg, sips from his mug, the dark drink staining his gray streaked beard. He leans back, the chair crea...

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Ghost of mine

TW: Speaks of death a lot“Help!” He screams. “Someone help me!” “No one can hear you.” I say, my voice flat. “You’re beyond human help.” Thunder roars from outside, rain pounding against the windows. The wind picks up, swishing against the doors, and rattling the shutters. “Somebody! Save me, please!” It’s always this way. They get scared, and I’m forced to take drastic measures. They never believe it’s their time, but it is. “Help-” “Silent.” I order. I reach out, placing a single finger on his head. He go...

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Generation Why

I walk into the room I haven’t seen in years.The only light coming into the room is from the moon outside, and the lamp on the nightstand with its next stretched up. I haven’t been inside this room for years.The bed sits with its headboard against the wall the color of stones, two neat rows of polaroid pictures lined above the headboard. A white comforter is draped over it, with four gingerbread colored pillows stacked neatly on top. The bed is on top of the silver patterned carpet, soft between my toes as I walk on it.I tug the cord to lowe...

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Hold on

Loving and fighting, accusing, denying I can't imagine a world with you gone The joy and the chaos, the demons we're made of I'd be so lost if you left me alone ------ “I love you.” I say, and you smile, leaning forward to kiss me. Our first I love you. I think as you pull away. You link our fingers together, smiling. I never want to lose you. You mean so much to me. So much more than you’ll ever know. ------ “Look!” You say, leaning forward, and pointi...

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Though I have to say goodbye

“Alexe!” Clementine calls from the other room. “Can you help me with this?”   “Just a moment!” I say back, closing the closet door. I search for my shoes on the floor of my room with my feet, and slide them on. I walk into the kitchen, where Clemintine is waiting.   Her long auburn hair pours down her pale shoulders, falling into her dark eyes as she turns to me. She looks at me sheepishly. “I still can’t work the coffee pot.”   I laugh, then show her how to do it again. She never understands, but I don’t&n...

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Remember me

Clementine gazes out the open window, the frosty winter wind blowing into the car, and biting at my skin. She insists on having it rolled down, despite the cold. She likes to hear the world, she’s always said. Her long auburn hair pours down her pale shoulders, falling into her dark eyes as she turns to me.  She’s in a silky green dress, her favorite one, the one I gave her last Christmas. I of...

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Stop

Everything stopped. The cars on the road, the clouds in the sky, the kids running around, the birds flying. It’s unnerving to see everything so still and silent. It’s unnatural, really. There’s always some kind of noise somewhere. It’s interesting to see what people were doing before they stopped. Walking through a coffee shop, for example. The place is mostly empty, with only eight people, but each tells a different story. The place is decorated in red hearts, and flowers, and sweet words. Red and pink&nbs...

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Shivers

CRASH! I jolt. I hate storms. It’s been pouring all day. School was canceled, since they decided it wasn’t safe to drive. There’s nothing to do, and I couldn’t fall asleep if I wanted to. This sounds like the perfect start to a horror story. It was a dark and stormy night...  The power went out at about noon, which was hours ago. My parents let me eat the ice cream since it’ll melt anyway. It caused a stomachache, and I’m too ti...

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The Maize ll

Beep beep beep.  “Jay! Over here!”  Jay walked over to Maize’s car, and got in the passenger seat. She had gotten the car for her seventeenth birthday.  “Okay.” He said. “What time is the art show?”  “It starts at seven thirty.”  “Okay. My game starts at six.”  “And we’ve got to get Jill to her play date at five forty-five.”  “So, you’ll get her there by five forty.”  “After I drop you off at the gym at five thirty.”  “Then you’ll come to my game.”  “And I’ll watch you guys win, then leave at...

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The Maize

Bounce. Bounce. Bounce. “Jason, stop hitting that ball against the house!” He sighed. Jason hated summer. He didn’t live near any of his school mates, and even if he did, they weren’t his friends. All the kids in his neighborhood were too old to play with a six-year-old. He had nothing better to do than watch the big, buff movers carry things into the checkered old house next door. His chocolate brown skin glistened with sweat from the hot sun. Nothing exciting ever happened in his neighborhood. Kids could play outside without...

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House with no mirrors

Submitted to Contest #93

“Mother?”She looks up at me from the strawberries. We’re in the garden, which is a large room with long rows of plants. The trees are in the back, against the wall. The walls are gray, and there is a bright, glowing sphere Mother created in the middle of the ceiling, which she said helps the plants grow.We're picking fruit right now. I’m supposed to be picking the grapes off the vines, but I’ve been too caught up thinking.Mother has long black hair and a smooth, light skin. She is beautiful, and assures me I am as well. But I wouldn’t know. ...

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Hollow

“John!” I call, walking through the house. “Where are you?” Silence. “This isn’t funny! I know you took it, give them back!” Sometimes, I really hate his gift. He can change any part of him, and figured out that means he can camouflage to match his surroundings. Ever since the government made the rule about people with gifts being illegal, we’ve been on the run. But we found this place, which John is calling the Hollow.  The inside of the house is huge. The first room is a living room, the room I’m in, and in the middle of it, there’s a...

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Beat it

Submitted to Contest #91

“You two,” Ms. Miller snaps. “Are going to need to leave if you can’t be quiet.”Shadow snickers, and I kick him. “Sorry, Ms. Miller.”She huffs, and goes back to her desk.Shadow and I are in the library, because he said he has a great idea. Usually, his ideas are pretty good, though they tend to get us in trouble a lot.“So what’s this idea?” I ask.“Chill, I’ll tell you in a second.” He pauses, grinning. “How have I never thought of that? Chill, Chill.”I roll my eyes. “Very funny.”My name is Chill. No joke. I have pale skin, and long white hai...

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