Dhevalence .

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Sep, 2020

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8 Stories

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“My Palermo” by Dhevalence .

Submitted to Contest #108

“We are safest among the dead.”Eyes flicker in the corner, so there must be the creature who spoke. I cannot see the figure; I can’t see much of anything, really, in the dim light of a lantern placed well away from that corner. I wish to see what that is, and for a different reason, I wish to see what’s behind me prodding at my kidneys with a pointed object.A very sharp, painful object.These beings, these many grunting beings, stopped me moments ago, stabbing my ribcage with their sticks and spears. One of those implements too could be on my...

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“Dancing in the Wind” by Dhevalence .

Submitted to Contest #103

My fingers are silky, my hand cradles a lustrous photo. Emerging from a yellowed sheathe, it rocks in my palm, refracting the glints of the bedside lamp this way and that. Amidst the disarray of my thoughts and feelings, a draught flips the picture over to its velvety white side where the penmanship is a marvel.“Will you ever forgive without anger?Will you ever forget without hatred?Will you ever call me Noodle Girl?”How did she know? Did I sigh it, my eyes shut tight? Did I blurt it out, cast from the depths of my heart? She must’ve known, ...

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“The No.7 Bus” by Dhevalence .

Submitted to Contest #97

Her gasp, her sigh, wrung in my chest. There she was, facing away, pleading, “Let’s go back… Let’s go somewhere else.” And here I was, thinking, I can’t go back. But saying, “I have to… Really! I have to.”Hanging her head outside the car window, she flinched in the waft; a gentle murmur into and out of the vehicle under her sobs and sniffles. She wiggled in her seat, her dress sliding higher above her thighs, but silently, I looked away.The quietness, awkward between us.Deep inside my head, a keyboard and saxophone accompaniment rendered a h...

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“Too Close to Touch, Too Far to Reach ” by Dhevalence .

Submitted to Contest #94

He gripped and he tore. And he bit, and he swore.“Forgive me for my outburst…” he said afterwards. “It seems my tongue has become as bad as my teeth.” He sounded a smile.Around the man, loud grating voices emitted in a spray of sputum quietened instantly.A swirl of refinement about him, only just materializing, puffed away the circling clouds of choking smoke and sweetly sour smell, but a drift in the air still lingered.The way he sounded, there appeared a hint of education about him. The clear, brisk tone of company bosses issued from him i...

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“Mrs Dalrymple” by Dhevalence .

Submitted to Contest #92

The sun blazed at its zenith, so hot even the shadows couldn't come out to play.From the shade, the young man had the vantage of the remote periphery of town, of steamy wisps rising into the fiery firmament, and of the deserted streets, and motionless trees.It was a lethargic day.Suddenly, a haze of swirling dust cut across the highway into the bushes on the side, spiralling further away. Thunder cracked in the distance, and lightning streaked across the road, as a car burst out of a straying cloud and set its wheels on the road amid the squ...

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“You made me a Charlie... Thank you!” by Dhevalence .

Submitted to Contest #91

“You made me a Charlie… Thank you!” As smooth as she’d practised, and velvety too, Gia’s voice sailed through the hush to the man opposite her. Reaching over, she hovered her palms above the surface for a moment. Then, pulling her hands back into her body, she conjured a package underneath her palms… Like a magic trick.She waited for a reaction.Meanwhile, the package in gold wrapping lay in a spot upon the table, bisecting the distance between them. He seemed indifferent. His head turned away towards the muffled conversations ...

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“WITH OPEN ARMS” by Dhevalence .

Submitted to Contest #85

That’s the thing about this city… she’s a lady; she cries, and a tempest rages over the spiring buildings; she beams, as bright as neon in the dark of night; she breathes like a zephyr in the blended air. And here’s the thing… she’s my lady.I'd felt dragged through the mud, dumped in the gutter and left for dead, so I’d turned my back on her, but I couldn’t stay away. No matter how far away from her I was, she was prickly in my head, a raging fire in my heart.Trembling as I approached her, my dry, flaming skin absorbed the sweat welling up o...

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“Tapestries” by Dhevalence .

Submitted to Contest #63

In my elevated perch, I felt it this morning. The bracing wind that blew into my face, and through my plumed body. She was crisp in the lingering summer warmth, but not cold, as morning breezes tend to be sometimes. An unseeable dancer, she twirled around trees, she glided from branches, she swept across the floor, and then she left. And after she was gone, a few greenish-yellow leaves lay solemnly on the ground.In-between the summer of yesterday and the fall of tomorrow, today is a liminal day of yearning recollections and wishful thoughts....

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