Dimitri Ryan

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Oct, 2023

Stories (12)

12 Stories

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“Nicotine” by Dimitri Ryan

I wake up sweaty, mouth dry, head throbbing with pain. everything hurts, my head, my legs, my stomach. I sit up, before realizing I'm not in my own bed. I look around, and see the woman I fucked last night. we were still naked, her arm draped over my chest. my gut wrenched with guilt. I couldn't belive myself, I didn't even know her name. I got up, careful not to wake her from her peaceful looking slumber. I went to find my clothes, and I got dressed. Even the slightest sound hurt my head from how hangover my ass was. I grabbed some medicin...

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“alone” by Dimitri Ryan

I walk down the street, feeling sad, which at this point is normal for me. The sun is hot and directly above me, beating me down with its intense heat. I hear a scream. I shake my head, in disappointment. Another couple probably got caught. The screaming stopped, I knew they were dead. For around 3 months now, the new president. Who we still don't know the name, location, or even face of. He made the law of no love. Of course that was of no issue to me, I was single. I always am single so I don't care. But what concerns me is that we don't ...

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“the crazed homeless” by Dimitri Ryan

As I walked down the alleyway, cold, dark, musty, and stinky. I come across a woman, her clothes were dirty and seemed to emanate the scent of piss and dirt. Her blonde hair was dirty, wet, and matted to the skin of her forehead. Her eyes were some shade of brown, orange, or gray. It was too dim to tell. As I walked past her, she turned to look at me, her face in a thin beam of light from a streetlight at the end of the allyway. She was smiling, a crazed and deranged smile. I saw a glint of anger in her eyes, a look of insane malicious inten...

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“Lies” by Dimitri Ryan

Dont leave the basement, for outside the basement, lies beasts and terror's that will rip you apart, eat you alive, gut and hang you by your innards. This is something that I was told every time I asked what lied beyond the basement door. Whenever my mother would come down and feed me, I wondered how she fought against these demons she told me about. Was she strong? Did she have a special weapon? when I first asked about what lied beyond the basement doors, she said "oh sweetie there are monsters. monsters that will eat you up." She said as...

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“Bright” by Dimitri Ryan

I wake up abruptly sitting up, Im sweaty and thirsty. The lights are bright and piercing, they burn into my eyes. My head hurts, and everything is a bright white, and it burns my eyes. I cover my eyes trying to stop the burning before I'm interrupted by some woman "Sir? Are you alright?"I look up at her, dazed and confused. "Its too bright" As I speak, my voice sounds gravely, and unfamiliar, Not like my voice that I remember."Oh sorry about that sir" She turns the lights to dim, the burning faded. Slow as it was, it was definitely fading. I...

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“Kidnapped” by Dimitri Ryan

The room is unfamiliar. I don't know how I got here. My last memory that I know is factual is that I was walking down the street walking home. I remember someone yelling and running as fast as I possibly could. Then I remember feeling a sharp pain in my head, and now I'm here, confused, dazed, and unsure of what to do. I look around, the room is void of furniture, and the floor is concrete. There are no windows and I see a set of stairs to my right. I felt something rough and tight around my right wrist. It's a rope, and I'm tied to a sturdy...

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“lies” by Dimitri Ryan

As I lay in bed scrolling through youtube shorts, I get a text from an unknown number. So I read the message. "Hey! It's Alison! Is this Julian?" I feel a wave of confusion and concern, Who is Alison, how do they know my name and number? I respond "Who's asking?" Almost immediately they respond "Me silly! Alison. So is this Julian?" "How did you get this number?""You told it to me remember?" I was confused."I'm sorry, when the hell did that happen?""this morning at the cafe.""What? I haven't left my house today, cuz, its like noon.""Isn't th...

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“storm” by Dimitri Ryan

The wind howled, thunder striking everywhere, the trees shaking violently. I was stuck in a field in a storm, lost and confused. angry and sad, I wanted to go home. The only problem with that is I don't know what I can call home anymore, and even when I am home, it doesn't feel like home anymore. The rain pelted my body harshly, slapping against me in cold punches. The wind howled, moving fast, shaking the trees violently, chilling me to the bone. Part of me wanted to just stand here and let whatever happened happen. I don't care what happen...

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“the wind” by Dimitri Ryan

I wake up like any other day, the wind howling at me as always. I look outside, heavy rain. "Well, that's better than hail." I say with a sigh. I get out of bed and check the time, [7:27 A.M.] nice and early. I swiftly make my bed, nicely and neatly, before leaving my room. I walk to the kitchen, hearing the occasional rattling from the gutter caused by the intense wind. I stand there looking out the window, sleep still lingering slightly, making my brain foggy. I zone out before shaking my head softly, snapping myself out of it. I walk to t...

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“this rotten and infected world” by Dimitri Ryan

As I walk into the abandoned cafe, I notice just how barren it is. No one to be seen, I walk over to the dusty chair, setting my backpack down next to me. I sit on the chair, taking a rest from all of the horrible things that I've seen recently. For all I know, this infection has killed everyone, and I could be the last not mutated murderous person left, I look around this place, and I notice the display screen TV is shattered, I see a body over the counter with a hole in its head, half-rotted. I see a pistol next to the body, along with a p...

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“friends” by Dimitri Ryan

when I first started feeling not good, I was in my math class, there was no teacher and I just stayed put deciding against doing my work. Instead, I laid my head down holding back these feelings of being overwhelmed, by what I'm still not positive I know today. there was work passed out by one or two of my classmates, I couldn't care less. I was focused on not breaking down, I kept my hood over my eyes the entire class period. I pretended to be asleep as my old teacher from seventh grade walked in. After a while, the class was over. I got up...

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“ cup a tea for the soul” by Dimitri Ryan

I wake up, my covers and hair a mess. I groan, trying to shake the tired away. I look at the time, 6:24 am. I huff in annoyance wondering why I woke up so early. As I lay there for a while trying to find the energy to get up, the mental want to not just lay in bed all day doing nothing. After around an hour I finally forced myself to get up. As I get up, I notice just how messy my hair is, but frankly, I don't care. I walk out of my room, not bothering to make my bed, and I walk into the kitchen. I look at my stacks of various teas and wonde...

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Author bio

im just a 15-year-old that's already in high school, trying to figure out life. honestly, I'm just tired of everything. But that allows me to make relatable and dark stories if it's needed. tell me in the comment thingy if you could relate to the story(s) or if it was good/bad ty if you read this far down I wanna congratulate you with HAVE A GOOD DAY sometimes I wonder what the point of life is. If we are all going to die, does anything really actually matter? Do I mean anything at all? Does this, me making story's actually make anyone happy? or am I just another writer, who is hopeless and trying to find a grounding? anyways have a good day Should I even keep fighting for happiness? Do I deserve it? should I keep fighting for happiness? Even though I feel like I don't fucking deserve it?! I know that at this point I'm hella depressed, like wow, its pathetic how messed up I am. and now I'm trying to cope but I'm failing. failing like I always do.