D. Alfonso

Author on Reedsy Prompts since May, 2020

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“The Masked Society” by D. Alfonso

Submitted to Contest #55

“You must wear this mask at all times,” the man ordered. I was pretty sure his name was Angelo something, but I wasn’t sure. He had talked really fast. We were seating in a café, a neutral location. I was a shifter, so I hired myself out to various jobs for other people. You could make a lot of money assuming someone else’s face.  “Does it have anything to do with why you’re wearing a mask,” I questioned as I examined the material he gave me. It was a high quality ceramic with gold decoration. His own was more simple with designs etch...

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“Killer Love” by D. Alfonso

Submitted to Contest #54

Honestly, in all my years of working for the New York Police Department, I had arrested quite a few baddies. Yep, at least one person was serving a life sentence because I had caught them. This one, though, was going to be my crowning glory. I, Detective Alexander, was going to bring in the greatest serial killer of the decade. No, the century.  The killer, who everyone nicknamed Thanatos, was responsible for more than a dozen murders in New York alone. There were a few from all over the United States that people thought he’d done as ...

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“It Started on a Summer Day” by D. Alfonso

Submitted to Contest #53

I always thought it was funny how one flap of a butterfly’s wings can send the whole world spiraling. Well, not literally a butterfly but a simple action, something that seems inconsequential. For example, a melting popsicle on a summer day or a skater’s decision not to wear knee pads. Or perhaps that fact that I had overslept and therefore was walking outside later than usual.  It was just another week stuck in quarantine, and I had made it my mission to spend fifteen minutes outside every day. Unfortunately, I had overslept, so the ...

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“The Warmest Welcome” by D. Alfonso

Submitted to Contest #52

“It must be a hundred degrees out,” I muttered as I pried the window open, though it didn’t do much. I was practically baking in an oven. Who knew what this humidity would do to my hair?  I just sighed and picked up my phone, reading through my texts. They all said the same thing: I’m so sorry for your loss. I scowled and scrolled for something more original. Nothing. You’d think they could come up with something better, but no such luck.  I sighed again and went about my business. Victoria would probably bring some of her lasa...

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“The Greenest Eyes” by D. Alfonso

Submitted to Contest #51

It was a warm spring day when I sat on the park bench near the playground, breathing in the fresh air. After days of rain and work, I finally had the chance to just smell the roses. The weather was lovely. The flowers were blooming. There wasn’t a cloud in the sky. The perfect day.  As I sat there, a couple of kids at the playground caught my eye. They stood out from the crowd because there were climbing on the railings of the structure. They seemed to be brother and sister since they shared the same brown hair. Then, the boy turned a...

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“Shaking” by D. Alfonso

Submitted to Contest #50

Thirty minutes. I had thirty minutes before I was supposed to go on stage. Thirty minutes before the lights would shine on me. Thirty minutes before I made a fool of myself in front of everyone.  "Would you just relax, Mari," Astra, my best friend, said, but I couldn't. I was pacing a hole in the floor. Gosh, my hands were shaking so bad, I knew vibrato wouldn't be a problem. But, what if I dropped my violin? What if my bow was shaking? What if… In thirty minutes, I would get up on stage and play my violin for the talent show. Astra...

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“Two Minutes” by D. Alfonso

Submitted to Contest #49

Two minutes, but they were the most agonizing two minutes of my life. That included the time that I had to sit through two hours of boring lectures. And, the day that the power went out, and I had to watch paint dry. There I was, down on one knee, looking up into the face of my true love, the person I wanted to spend the rest of my life with, the only person who saw me. Truth be told, the whole thing was unconventional. I was unconventional, but Joseph knew that. He always knew that. Girls didn't propose. Girls weren't the ones carrying...

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“I Like Those Odds” by D. Alfonso

Submitted to Contest #48

If you had the power to change someone’s fate, would you do it? How about this: if you had the power to change your own fate, would you do it? Would you take someone’s life in your own hands?             When I was 5, I learned that the shapes I saw everywhere weren’t shapes at all. They were numbers. I’d think I wonder if Mom will take me to the park today, and numbers would appear in front of me. I thought I was going crazy. For the longest time, I thought there was some...

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“The Postcard” by D. Alfonso

Submitted to Contest #47

It’s a dreary Monday morning when you walk down the driveway to fetch the mail. You sigh since there are a million things you’d rather be doing. You could be going to the mall. You could be down at the FBI building. You could be reading a book. You could be watching a movie, but you’re stuck at home, taking care of your mom because your stupid brother forgot to inform you that he had “other plans”.  Well, it isn’t all bad. It’s been a while since you’ve seen her anyway.  Sighing, you reach into the mailbox and pull out the papers...

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“Documents” by D. Alfonso

Submitted to Contest #46

It was a Saturday afternoon when I found myself scrolling through my Word document history. That’s what I was doing instead of actually writing. Gosh, I had had that account for years, so it wasn’t a surprise that I found a few documents that I had long since forgotten. Most of them had really chessy titles. Curiosity getting the better of me, I clicked on the one titled “Through Space and Time”. It couldn’t be too bad, right?             “Time travel,” I muttered, wincing at my own...

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“Shattered Glass” by D. Alfonso

Submitted to Contest #45

Shattered GlassDear Reader,             I have been asked to recount the events of the last century for the national archives. As I am not inclined to argue, I’m doing so, though the events that I’m to recount are not altogether pleasant.             The Clears, the men, say that history is always bound to repeat itself, and they’re right.            &nbs...

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“An Eye for an Eyes” by D. Alfonso

Submitted to Contest #44

An Eye for an Eye Angelina stepped off the bush plane and was immediately greeted by a cloud of dust. Ah, home sweet home, she thought miserably. “Are you sure this is the place, miss,” the pilot questioned, his voice shaking. Her pilot, she reminded herself but just waved him off. “Yes, Reginald, I’m quite sure this is the place,” she replied and looked at the glowing symbol on her wrist. “Believe me.” “Would you like me to take your bags, miss?” “Really, Reginald. I do believe I can carry one suitcase. I’ll call you when my vacation is ...

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“Blood to Blood” by D. Alfonso

Submitted to Contest #44

Blood to Blood            My brother’s last words were “Goodbye, Lily”. That’s what echoed in my ear the second he jumped. I could hardly scream as he plummeted from the five-story building to the ground below. My baby brother. I sprinted to where his broken body lay beside the abandoned warehouse and didn’t hesitate to do what needed to be done.  It was a nasty business, the transformation, but I wasn’t going to lose my younger brother when there was another alternative. Even ...

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“A Light in Darkness” by D. Alfonso

Submitted to Contest #43

As I looked out onto the vast blue ocean, I could almost imagine swimming in the waves. I could feel the water running down my skin. I could see the beautiful fish and the coral reef. I could hear the water washing up on the sand. I could taste the salt in the water. But, when I opened my eyes, I knew it was only that: my imagination. Because when I opened my eyes, I saw the world for what it truly was: ice. Nothing but ice.  “Ember, come here. It’s getting late,” Mama called from the hut. I sighed in the wind. It was the warmest it had...

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