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Belladona Vulpa

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Sep, 2020

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Wine, blood, and cherries

Amidst the sprawling vineyards of the family estate, Dahlia gazed at the distant horizon, yearning for a life beyond the grapevines. It was nearly the end of her gap year after high school, yet she felt she did not fit in the family business. Everything had a purpose in life, but she had yet to discover hers.“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”“Yeah”“It’s getting dark- time we go home, Dahlia”.Trees make oxygen, grapes make wine, and her older brother Matteo ran the vineyard for the summers. It was his dream to take over someday, and he was on the ri...

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Midas' touch: A dystopian message (from an era after Nuclear Winter)

Submitted to Contest #213

Dear future humans or others,I write to you from a world you might find difficult to imagine, a world shaped by the reckless desires of those who came before me. It's like the ancient tale of King Midas of Phrygia, whose touch turned everything to gold. Our own "Midas' touch" turned our dreams into greed and our ambitions into disaster.In the fragments of what was once known as Istanbul, a small settlement now struggling to survive, I've grown up without ever glimpsing the graceful flight of a bird. The birds, like many other creatures, were...

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Nonna's legacy

In the heart of the bustling town of Cerignola, Puglia, nestled between the fragrant aroma of freshly baked bread and the lively chatter of locals, stood a quaint post office by the Piazza Duomo. Its red-brick walls exuded an air of permanence, as if time had woven itself into the very fibers of its existence.Inside the building, the atmosphere was a sense of anticipation, with people waiting to send their thoughts and feelings across the expanse of paper and ink. The hum of conversations mingled with the satisfying thud of stamps meeting pa...

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Domovoy

“Consider this offer, stranger”, he pleaded the tall and skinny elderly man sitting across him at the wooden table. It was slightly dim lighting in the tavern, despite all those candles around. The round stone fireplace was in the middle of the room, making it the brightest and warmest spot, the perfect spot for watching over everything and everyone.He had a tremble in his voice. He was young, with red ungroomed facial hair that looked like fire in the room’s flickering light. From his scruffy baggy clothes, you could see that he was trouble...

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Low Profile

[TW: hints of violence and mention of death]Aunt Silvia died yesterday, or the day before, I am not sure. There was a message in a communication device that humans call “mobile”. I was on my Sunday walk when I read the text. I must attend the funeral now that I know about it, and my Sunday walks were ruined. So inconvenient.Since the first “Great Emigration” (not to be confused with the event of the same name from human history: Wielka Emigracja, or any other event of the same name), we have officially lived on Earth for centuries. Someone m...

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Don't be an idiot (a story about a boy and a cat crossing paths in Classical Athens)

Submitted to Contest #187

************************************************************Lying on the ground, in the mudGrass between my fingersHeart beating painNo courage to pull out the blade.Contemplating my destiny patientlyThe caring touch of rain on the earthWhat an ancient and sacred groundEons and eons, layer over layerDifferent colors of soil, different texturesIron, bone, and voidRoots spreading beneath, into another world.To the mystical powers of Gaia, the giantess, and her childrenTo Hecate, the goddess sorceressThe earthly Hermes, who accompanies the soul...

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Self-love

It's dark at the bottom of the sea, and it's cold.It's quiet, and it's scary.She wanted to reach above water, to reach the sound of a lively place full of light and laughter, and warmth.Anna thought of herself as an average girl, she didn't feel unique or special and she was fine with that. Grew up in a town on a small Mediterranean island, and she loved spending her teenage summers free-diving in the sea. She had her first crushes, and her first heartbreaks in that town, always surrounded by water. When she became an adult, she moved to the...

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