Azalea Silver

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Nov, 2020

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“Love among the cherry blossoms ” by Azalea Silver

The gentle breeze blew her obsidian hair about, giving it an almost ethereal appearance, with the sun's rays peeking almost secretly from the little gaps formed by the breeze's undulating antics. Her eyes shone with a fiery amber as she stood at the flower stand, waiting patiently for her partner to finish up. It was spring, the season of flowers and new beginnings. A small, fond smile graced her otherwise stoic expression as a small, curly mop of hair popped into her view. "All done now?" She asked, smiling down at the owner of the h...

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“Bakery love” by Azalea Silver

Submitted to Contest #71

The harsh winter wind nipped at his skin as he hurried to the quaint bakery/cafe at the end of the street. His breath came in little cloud-like puffs as he forced himself to walk faster. He arrived, pulling out a bunch of keys from his wallet and opening the door.He quickly ducked into the warmth that the bakery/cafe offered, shutting out the frigid air by closing the door behind him. He glanced around the dining area, feeling a rush of pride. After all, this bakery/cafe, small though it was, was his dream come true. He walked to the kitchen...

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“Poison from a love unrequited” by Azalea Silver

Submitted to Contest #68

The chilly wind of that morning left goosebumps on the skins of the two figures that sat side by side on the lawn chairs. The morning dew had not yet fallen from the grass it clung so desperately to and the birds had yet to awaken. The two men sat with their heads tilted towards the sky with calm, relaxed faces.The sun seemed to peek at the scene in front of it from behind the little hill that was at the edge of the horizon. The two men watched in awe as the clouds in the sky above them transformed into a dusty pink and pale orange. One of t...

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“The price of freedom” by Azalea Silver

Submitted to Contest #68

The bank's workers cowered in fear at the semi-automatic rifle gun pointed at their heads. The funny thing was that the figure that was currently robbing their bank had no accomplices. He held the gun with steady, gloved hands and glared at the workers with steely eyes from behind his ski mask.Never in all the years since that little town was founded, had there ever been a robbery of any sort in that bank. Though, the barrel of the gun he was holding was as real as can possibly be."Open the vault." He said, his voice cold, gruff, and dangero...

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Author bio

I love to write but I've always been really afraid of criticism, so I hope that I can overcome my fear here. I also hope to improve my writing and grow as an author.