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Daryna Tovkach

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Sep, 2021

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A Place to Let Go

The lock finally gives in. It feels heavy and stains my hands with rust as I take it down, break the paper seal, and carefully push against the door. Old hinges squeak, and the earthy smell of mildew welcomes me inside. It is dark, but I know the place intuitively. Its stale, cold air chills me down to my bones. To my left, I find a faded bureau, where I put down the lock. I know there is a light switch on the right, slightly above my shoulder. It crackles, but nothing happens. Just in time not to stumble upon a misplaced pair of wellingtons...

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How We Need to Be Loved

As they finally reached that shopping cart shelter under the pouring rain, he lit a cigarette and brought it to her lips first, then took a puff himself. She couldn’t have done it on her own — her hands were full; she was carrying two not excessively heavy but massive bags full of useful and less so things a person usually buys as they move to a new apartment. Dave only held one: she insisted on carrying most of them herself because those were her things and she subconsciously felt the need to emphasize it. «You can put the bags down,» ...

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Last Year of Ivory Lodge

Submitted to Contest #128

I have to do something with the wall. The formless stains left after the last roof leak dried up to dark brown. I could tear down all these newspapers that cover it and get creative with paint, or, perhaps, someone could fix wooden planks for me. A part of me wants to give it all up, let it die as we are dying out. I stare at the old papers for a while. Some of them date 20, 30 years back. It will be a pity, but it's time to freshen up the place. I think warmly of my youth.Back in that day, we at least had hope. We clung to it and treas...

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La notte è un grande mare

Submitted to Contest #116

«We are not good for each other.»«No.» We have been saying this same thing for years, since before our first break-up. We are just that, just not good. Not really friends, not lovers anymore. Whatever it is that bound us is long lost and forgotten, but the spell holds. I only wish I knew how to dare break it. By the time we get to the beach, it’s already dark. November is setting in. This year, the coming of winter is getting to me as never before. I fear your leaving, though I have to think it a deliverance. I envy it too. Wh...

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