C. Fallaci

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Dec, 2019

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“Who's that?” by C. Fallaci

Submitted to Contest #103

Finding an old and slightly burned photograph in the box of memories from his childhood wasn't something Ethan was expecting, especially when he realized he was in that photograph along with his older sister and his parents. But there was someone else there too, someone standing beside him. Someone he didn't either recognize or remember at all.It was strange. Mostly because Ethan had a feeling he knew that person besides his younger self, but at the same time he didn't remember this photo ever being taken.Why did they seem so famil...

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“Soul Reaper” by C. Fallaci

Submitted to Contest #75

He sat there, waiting. Waiting for the sound he hated the most to ring through the semi-empty white room.Beeee-There it was. The sound he hated the most. The sound that indicated someone had died. He stood up, he hated this part and waited for the soul to materialize before him.The young soul, blue in color, slowly began to form before his eyes. Beginning as a small orb and then slowly transforming into the small form of a human boy.He waited for the young soul to open his eyes, not pleased at how young he died. But nonetheless, it was his j...

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“Helix” by C. Fallaci

Submitted to Contest #67

“You’re from Terra? You’re a human? Really?” The alien at the stall said looking at Helix in both horror and awe. Helix couldn't tell. “Man, I’ve heard real scary things about you guys. Is it true you named your moon ‘Moon’?”“Yeah,” Helix said looking through the objects on the stall table. “But I don’t know much about Terra, just the things the pod said. How much for this?” She held up a tattered notebook like object with a red ribbon binding it together.“Just three globs,” The alien said holding out one of his four arms while another held ...

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“Crown Prince? Me?” by C. Fallaci

Submitted to Contest #54

I wasn't born into Royalty or Nobility.My mother had married the King of Arcadia after they fell in love. Now me and my mom live in the Castle with the King and his two children, Princess Sophia and Prince James.They had seemed to hate me at first glance. More so the Princess than the Prince though. I got it, we were of different statuses.I was excited to be their step sibling at first but then I started to dislike the idea after a while. They were just like the other nobles and royals.Stuck up and spoiled.I never wanted to be a Prince. I di...

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“Princely Diaries” by C. Fallaci

Submitted to Contest #36

April 3, 1938.Well, that's finally over, and I'm glad of it. I hate dancing. I'd rather climb trees any day! My feet are still sore - especially after that clumsy princess Briane stepped on them while she was trying to waltz. What an oaf.Hundreds of people attended the ball - all the court society of St. Petersburg, Papa says. If you piled up all their jewels in a heap, it would weight at least a ton.Mother had a heachache and left before midnight. I wished I could have gone with her, but that would upset Grandmother. She is already annoyed ...

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“Raindrops and bookshelves ” by C. Fallaci

Submitted to Contest #34

Drip.. Drop.. Drip.. Drop... Watching the raindrops slowly race down the window, I sigh.One, two, the last one wins again. Three, four, the first one wins this time. Five, six, neither win.I let out a loud groan letting my head hit the wall behind me loudly. I move my head slightly to the side making the headphones around my neck scratch against the wall and look at the books scattered all over the floor. I've read all the books in the library, I've unpacked everything from my boxes and move a few things around my room to how I want them, I ...

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“Stupid ghost” by C. Fallaci

Submitted to Contest #32

Warm.That was the only thing I could think about as the sun shined on my form. The sky changed colors again, from Blue to a Bluish Peach color."How's it hanging bro?" This damn idiot wants to give me a heart attack doesn't he? "Don't say stuff like that!" I say, guilt clear in my voice. He floats down looking confused. "Why?....oh wait" This idiot.I remember clearly when Mom told me she couldn't find my brother anywhere in the house and his room door was locked. I also remember feeling super guilty when I saw him again, but he wasn't complet...

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