Dmitriy Galashin

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jun, 2020

Stories (5)

5 Stories

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“My Dear Diary” by Dmitriy Galashin

Submitted to Contest #139

Dear Diary, Today we went to see Alice. She is in bed. I think they don’t allow playing there. She is lying in bed all the time. They cut all of her hair. She is bald now, like uncle Gregory. He is balder, I think. Mom said this is to get Alice healthy again. We will play then, and her hair will grow back. Dear Diary, I am still alone at home, and Alice is in th...

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“Glowing Golden, Beaming Blue” by Dmitriy Galashin

Submitted to Contest #122

Of course, of all the workaholics employed by the Mall’s cinema, I was the only person who volunteered. Boss brought those giant paper snowflakes and cheerfully announced that the decoration had to be done after hours. Perhaps too cheerfully. And “after hours” means “deep night” if you work at a movie theater. No wonder I was the only one eager to embellish the place. I proudly ad...

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“From a Gift Card's Point of View” by Dmitriy Galashin

Submitted to Contest #121

The owner, Mr. Kingitus, always carried some grandeur, towering above in his gray suit, hair dramatically disheveled, a modicum of madness in the eyes. But I guess everything looks grand from the bottom shelf of the gift card stand, the rack which I’ve occupied for six months, and frankly – I don’t think it will ever change, well, maybe only if Mr. Kingitus will have a mental breakdown and tear us all to tiny pieces and ...

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“Memories of the Marble Stairs” by Dmitriy Galashin

Submitted to Contest #120

“Thank you, darling. The way you serve the tea brings back the memories...” Good. Kinda hoped for it. “I recall having tea after our first concert in the Palace club, just like that – white porcelain of the pot, and tiny cups around, and cubes of sugar, and milk – rich and cold, and most remarkable – that vapor, how it fills the room, thick and redolent...”

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“Into The Wonderlands” by Dmitriy Galashin

Submitted to Contest #113

..the waves of crescendoing waltzes filled the ballroom, the chandeliers were on fire, and the reflections in the shining mirrors amalgamated with the dancers in endless revolutions. The sugary, floral fragrances hovered over the hall, mildly exciting, tenderly intoxicating. “Fourteen, just a little too early for the balls?” “Oh, I come for the desserts,” I say, smiling

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