Dalyane Deblois

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Mar, 2020

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“Cleansing” by Dalyane Deblois

Submitted to Contest #64

Content warning: self-harm Author’s note: I hesitated before posting this story, but here it is. This is fiction, but the issues treated in the story are very relatable for many people. I hope the ending will bring the realization that there can always be light even when everything seems hopeless. The goal is to encourage people who need help to seek it and to discourage bullying, for “words cut deeper than any blade”.The Gothic Manor seems to have stepped right out of a fairytale. It towers above the trees to reach out to the Heavens. The l...

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“Cyrus's Coffee Date” by Dalyane Deblois

Submitted to Contest #63

Cyrus, King of the magical hidden island of Elpida, glares at the mirror in front of him, frowning. Earlier, he asked his adviser Allan Emerson to help him get dressed for his date with Sierra. He looks definitely boring.“What’s wrong, Your Majesty? You look like a sweet pumpkin. All modern women love this look.” Allan looks at the King’s outfit with pride.“This is impossible! I look more like a fluffy pumpkin.” He designates the soft orange sweater and the simple black jeans. “And that horrible hat!” he adds. The black beanie with a pompom ...

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“Cyrus's Trip to a Strange London” by Dalyane Deblois

Submitted to Contest #59

Cyrus Darkmore came to London to find her and this small man keeps telling him something about a stupid number.“Sir, if you want to contact her, I need a number" he explains, holding a newspaper dated from yesterday, May 1st, 2000.“How dare you speak of her like she’s just a number? She has a name, Sierra.” Anger shows in his tone, but he pronounces “Sierra” as if the name reminds him of both sorrow and love. The man behind the counter looks startled.“I’m sorry sir, but I need more than a name. And I meant her telephone number.”“I don’t have...

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“Powerless Prince” by Dalyane Deblois

Submitted to Contest #58

“Where have you been?” says a gravelly voice from behind. Cyrus turns around, surprised to see his father standing between him and the door he just came through. His heart beats faster, but his expression stays the same. “Missed me much?” Cyrus asks carelessly. “You’re seeing a girl” he drawls. The son steps back, fear fighting to take over his mind. He has always felt powerless, but Sierra’s the only thing keeping him sane. She’s his hope for a better life, his light through the utter darkness. If his father, the King, knows about her, she ...

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“Different Kinds of Magic” by Dalyane Deblois

Submitted to Contest #43

On a warm and sunny morning, the slight wind blew Dalhia's long and soft golden hair while she was reading a book. She was 16 years old and she was the most beautiful girl according to many. She had always been joyful, spreading light and happiness to those around her. It amazed others because it seemed so special. She was in fact special; beautiful magic ran through her veins. Wherever she passed, the grass would look greener, and the flowers would bloom. Life followed her, her magic bringing nature around her to life. Focused on her readin...

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“The Door to Fiction” by Dalyane Deblois

Submitted to Contest #40

Today is the first day that I, George, get to work with my best friend; we got a new job at the same place, the FCF. People know it is a Federal office, but its true purpose is known to only a few. FCF actually stands for the Federal Center of Fiction. Authors of fiction are all registered in files, but me and my friend have a bigger purpose than to classify files and papers. We are going to guard a door in the basement of the FCF building. We’re not supposed to say what it contains; everyone who went through that door never came back. But t...

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“Thief” by Dalyane Deblois

Submitted to Contest #37

I wake up this morning, only to remember that my most precious good is missing. I do not panic. I do not get sad either. I think about yesterday, trying to figure out when I lost it. It is not easy; I have to remember everything that happened, everywhere I went, and everything I did. It is crucial that I find it.I woke up yesterday and I first made breakfast for my lover. I was happy and my pancakes were reflecting my emotions; the whipped cream formed a smile on each pancake. We washed the dishes together before taking the car. We laughed t...

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Author bio

Canadian, I hope you enjoy! My goal is to eventually write a novel. Also a reader, fan of Rick Riordan and Cassandra Clare among others.😊 Otherwise I practice aerial silk, I work in a zoo, and I love anything artistic!