Denny Vell Devaras

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Nov, 2020

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“The boy next door” by Denny Vell Devaras

Submitted to Contest #70

I looked out the window and saw him walked out of their home. His usual camouflage bag was dangling on his shoulder, and his hands were kept in his pockets. He was always an hour early when leaving for school. "Kirin, are you up?" my mother opened the door so I immediately closed the curtains and welcomed her with a smile. "You're watching that delinquent again? Remember what I told you. Don't ever approach him again, okay?" Mom said with a stern voice. I smiled and nodded before I went to the bath to prepare for school. As I felt the ...

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“His Sin” by Denny Vell Devaras

Submitted to Contest #70

Trigger warning: sexual assault/abuse   "Are you sure you don't want to visit Naomi?" Hiro asked Hoshi. They were inside a café when his girlfriend informed him that they would be visiting Naomi's grave.   Hoshi clenched his fist as he heaved a sigh and forced a smile. "No. I already lost the right to face her."   Hiro frowned then he patted Hoshi's shoulder. "It wasn't your fault, Hoshi." Hoshi pushed Hiro's hand away from him and walked out of the café.   That day was the day that he dreaded the most. If it was just pos...

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“A Holiday with Her” by Denny Vell Devaras

Submitted to Contest #69

It was the time of the year again. The christmas lights and the lanterns that surrounded the old house brought a lot of memories for Chanel. Her heart was filled with warmth as she opened the gate and felt the familiar atmosphere that she longed for. It was Christmas day and she decided to go home for Christmas this year after two years of studying in Switzerland. "Nelly, you're here!" Rhea, Chanel's older sister, greeted her with a grin while her two-year old son was in her arms. She smiled widely as she ran to her and hugged her tigh...

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An aspiring writer with a long way to go and lots to learn. I'll keep writing as long as my pen keeps bleeding.