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Darvico Ulmeli

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Feb, 2024

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NINE LIVES EMERGENCY SERVICE

Submitted to Contest #275

A chilly gust swept through the foggy alley, carrying the distinct scent of "you're about to regret this." Like "panicked floated," I hovered through the shadows, ducking behind dumpsters, clinging to walls, and praying Death's Reaper would lose interest in this undead goose chase. Time was running out, and each second felt like it brought the scythe closer to my neck."Oh, for the love of the Underworld, stop hiding and come quietly!" Death's voice boomed, the tone holding the same level of annoyance you'd expect from a DMV clerk with a 4 p....

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THE ILLUSIONIST

Submitted to Contest #271

“Before you get any ideas, let me clarify: I am not a fraud.”I can feel the skepticism from here.You've probably read the headlines, skimmed the articles, and now you think you've got me figured out. Some brilliant guy who flew too close to the sun, right? Another tech genius brought down by his own arrogance.Well, you're wrong. You don't know half of it.Let me tell you how it all started. Because you can't understand the fall unless you understand the rise. And let me tell you, my rise wasn't an accident.No, I wasn't born with a silver spoo...

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THE EDGE OF DECEPTION

Submitted to Contest #270

The aroma of rich espresso and freshly baked bread clung to the warm, dimly lit bistro, a hidden gem tucked away in a quiet Parisian alley. Candlelight flickered atop white linen tablecloths, casting restless shadows across the intimate space. At a secluded corner table, Sarah Monroe traced the rim of her coffee cup with a delicate finger, the porcelain cool against her skin. The soft hum of jazz music blended with the clinking of glassware, the air thick with unspoken tension, like the brief pause before lightning strikes.Across from her, V...

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RECIPE FOR THE BIRTH OF THE UNIVERSE: THE BIG BANG

Submitted to Contest #270

Warning: This recipe is not for the faint of heart. Once created, it cannot be undone. Proceed with extreme caution.Ingredients:1 Void of Absolute DarknessNote: This isn’t a simple absence of light. This Void is a suffocating, consuming emptiness, devoid of warmth, sound, and existence itself. Found lurking in the cracks between dimensions, it clings like a predator. Handle it with care. It will stick to you like cold, wet death; pulling yourself free might be impossible.1 Single Point of Infinite Density and Heat (handle delicately)Note: Th...

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BETWEEN THE LINES

Submitted to Contest #268

You open me, expecting something. A story, a spark, an escape. Your fingers rest on my spine, pausing just long enough to feel the weight of me in your hands. I can sense the anticipation in your grip, that subtle quickening of your breath as your eyes trace the title on my cover. Adventure? Mystery? Or perhaps something deeper. Whatever it is, you’re ready to dive into my pages and find what lies hidden. And then, with a quiet crack, I begin to unfold.Words spill across the page, unfurling like a ribbon of ink, swirling before your eyes. T...

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THE ANCHOR

Submitted to Contest #268

I spilled coffee again.Of course, it had to happen while Rachel walked with legs on full display in that short skirt. The kind of skirt that makes your brain stop working. Not that my brain ever worked properly when she was around, but today was something else entirely.I stood by the coffee machine, staring at the dark liquid filling my mug, not really seeing it. My thoughts were elsewhere, specifically on how Rachel had walked past me earlier. I let my eyes drift over her for longer than I should have. My brain was short-circuiting, imagini...

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THE PRICE OF FREEDOM

Submitted to Contest #267

Ah, another glorious day in my cozy little brass prison. No windows, no air, and no company—just the suffocating quiet and the occasional spider. Even they don't stay long. Guess it's hard to make friends when you're an ancient being trapped in a cursed lamp for a few millennia.Honestly, I stopped counting the years. Occasionally, some poor fool rubs the lamp, and poof! I'm free for about five minutes. Grant some wishes, watch them waste their chance at greatness, and then it's back into the lamp. And every time, there's that one thought: Ma...

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SHADOWS OF A GENIUS

Submitted to Contest #266

The room is a tomb, its stillness suffocating, heavy with the scent of old books that have long surrendered their stories to the relentless march of time. The air is stale, thick with the weight of forgotten dreams, and every breath feels like an intrusion, an unwelcome disturbance in a place where silence reigns supreme. Dust clings to every surface, a fine gray blanket that dulls the once-sharp edges of my creations, now reduced to mere artifacts of a past that feels increasingly distant. A past where I was a titan of innovation, a master ...

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IN THE AUTHOR'S GRASP

Submitted to Contest #266

I was a detective. At least, I think I was. Or maybe I still am? But how can I trust that when my thoughts are nothing but twisted fragments, shattered reflections of what they once were? Each time I reach for a memory, it writhes away, slippery and foul, something decaying just beneath the surface of my mind. I was sure of myself once. My name, past, and how I stalked the city's dark alleys like a predator were all carved in stone. But now, everything's fluid, poisoned. The ground beneath me is quicksand, and my thoughts are treacherous, a ...

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"THE DIVINE DRAFT: A PERFECTLY IMPERFECT CREATION"

Submitted to Contest #266

In the beginning, there was nothing. Not a peep, not a flicker. It was the kind of nothing that would make even a void feel crowded.Then, with a snap of divine fingers, there was… an office. Not just any office, but the office: a sprawling, celestial workspace where the carpets were fluffy clouds that squished underfoot as marshmallows on a summer day, and the walls shimmered with an otherworldly iridescence as if someone had gone a little too heavy with the cosmic glitter. The desk at the center of it all was made of pure, radiant light — s...

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THE UNBREAKABLE BALANCE

Submitted to Contest #266

Max Bennett's apartment was a small, cluttered space on the city's edge. The hum of traffic outside was a constant backdrop, and the flickering streetlights cast long shadows across the walls. The apartment, filled with half-finished projects and books stacked in precarious towers, reflected Max's life—chaotic, brimming with potential, yet lacking direction. But the most important object in the room was the laptop on his desk, its screen casting a cold, blue light that illuminated Max's tired face. The rain outside had been relentless, a s...

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THE MOST IMPORTANT JOURNEY OF LIFE

Submitted to Contest #265

Prologue: A Devil's Bargain Fifteen years ago, Bob McFadden sat slumped over a chipped bar counter, the fifth whiskey in his hand barely warming the cold, empty space inside him. The bar, a dingy dive where Hope went to die, was lit by flickering neon signs that cast ghostly green and red shadows on the stained walls. Bob, a failed musician who had peaked before he ever truly began, stared into his glass, lost in the swirl of his shattered dreams. A man appeared at his side as he contemplated the relentless tide of failures that had swept hi...

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THE FIRST STEP

Submitted to Contest #265

I wasn't prepared at all. Not in the slightest. My heart pounded like a wild drum, my thoughts racing in an endless loop of doubt and fear. But I knew that if I didn't take that first step, I would forever be trapped in the small, suffocating black dot on the map that I called my town, a place that felt more like a cage than a home. But it wasn't even really my town. I wasn't born there. The place where I was born is a stranger to me, a distant, hazy memory wrapped in the fog of time, just like my parents. I wouldn't know anything about the...

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"TOUCHED BY AN ANGEL"

Submitted to Contest #264

There lived a woman named Elara in the city's bustling heart, where skyscrapers cast long shadows over narrow alleys, and the clamor of life never seemed to cease. She was a trained doctor, but her true calling was to those society had forgotten. Elara had once held a prestigious position at a renowned hospital, a life of comfort and recognition. Yet, the sight of the homeless shivering in the cold, the hungry scavenging for food, and the lost wandering without hope had tugged at her soul until she could no longer ignore it. Her selflessness...

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THE PHOENIX OF ALDERGROVE – ELIAS THORN STORY PART 2

Author Notice: This is a sequel to the story from the previous contest. Thanks to Kaitlyn Wadsworth for the kind request.Enjoy.The summer evening was unusually warm, the air thick with humidity as storm clouds gathered ominously overhead. Elias Thorn sat by his bedroom window, tracing the raindrops that began to pelt the glass. His room, chilled by advanced cooling systems, was his sanctuary. Yet, tonight, a restlessness gnawed at him.His mother, Katherine, knocked gently before entering, her face etched with worry. "Are you feeling alr...

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