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Dee Bello

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Mar, 2024

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About me, about you, about us

Warning: Racial bias, prejudice towards black people “And for those of you wondering, those of you who have been commenting, posting and reposting,” I paused, turning to my left to look at my bass player, his lips pursed, eyebrows furrowed slightly in a disappointment only I could understand. I looked behind me, at the drum player, his sticks in hand as he blinked at me. I looked to my right, at my guitar player who wasn’t looking at me even though I could see the subtle shake in his head. Then I looked past them…at her. The whole reason I...

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Despite

Submitted to Contest #280

“Elias? What are you doing outside my window? Have you decided to go mad to avoid the throne?” “I have not gone mad, I just could not sleep is all,” “Did you walk? The castle is miles away from this home,”  “I rode Challen through the forest, he is tied to a tree not far from here, I was hoping you’d be up,” “Am I your only friend then?” “Seems so,” “I shall be down in a moment, I must make myself look presentable,” “Do not on my account, I rather like the scarf,” “It was my mothers. I figured it was warm enough that I wouldn’t need a c...

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Thank God for canceled plans

Submitted to Contest #253

Jonathan huffed to himself as he tied his tie, looking down at the text bubbles that were on his phone as he waited for his girlfriend to text him back. He was dreading this luncheon. It was yet another way for her to show him off like a prized pig she won at the county fair while women who had no interest in him beyond his tall stature, muscular physique and luscious eyelashes gazed and thirsted over him like hippos at a watering hole.The text bubbles disappeared and he heard a very loud, guttural cough from the adjacent bedroom. He si...

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