Daniela D.

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jan, 2020

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“6 Years...” by Daniela D.

Submitted to Contest #76

“Hey…” “Hey, it’s been a while.” “Yeah, yeah. You, um, you wanna find somewhere to sit? Or do you want to stand?” “Um...there’s a bench over there, but it has snow on it, it’s probably wet.” “What time do you have to leave? I feel like we need to hash out everything, but if you have somewhere to be, I don’t want to hold you up.” “Oh...I actually do...um...I have to get something for my dad, and he wants me to be home soon.” “How long can you stay?” “Maybe an hour?” “Should we do this inside?” “I’m actually kind of hot right...

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“Jonathan the Duck” by Daniela D.

Submitted to Contest #61

The door squeaks open, revealing the dark, stuffy attic we visit once in a blue moon. A treasure trove filled with history buried in every brown box resting in a forgotten corner. The floorboards creak beneath me when I shuffle to the window. Muddy pink curtains are lazily hanging on the nook, lint and dust bunnies decorate the old curtain, complimenting the holes the moths made. I pull the curtains open and allow the sunlight to pour in. The room is a little brighter now, light peeking through the windowpane. My husband slides beside me, of...

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“Fires Are Never Silent ” by Daniela D.

Submitted to Contest #51

The room I was in was a scorching oven, one where I didn’t have enough power to kick down a door. Smoke and flames surrounded me as I desperately tried to find an exit. Hindsight, I should’ve paid more attention to the safety procedures during the “what to do when a fire breaks out” case scenario. I didn’t know what I was doing, I wanted to make sure everyone was out on the streets safely. I checked back to see if anyone was trapped but I ended up being the guilty party in that department. It was so hot, the flames were taller than me and it...

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“The New Addition to Reliable Red Roman” by Daniela D.

Submitted to Contest #48

“And your change is a dollar, seventy-five.” I cup my hand towards the cashier’s, feeling the cool metal graze against the pads of my fingers. Dropping my change into my wallet, I take my cup of coffee and press the two newly released comic books against my chest. I step outside the convenience store, the air is starting to thicken as the sky brightens above me. Various people spend their loose change and paychecks on different things. Some adults walk into Al’s corner store needing a pack of smokes, others need an emergency pregnancy test o...

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Author bio

I am a Creative Writing & Publishing major trying to improve my works! Constructive criticism is welcomed. Sorry in advance for poor grammar and mixed tenses.