Emanuel Diaz

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jan, 2023

Stories (32)

32 Stories

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“Et Mortui Partium.” by Emanuel Diaz

Submitted to Contest #239

As Rafael stepped out into the rain, it wasn't the ordinary drops that fell from the sky. Instead, it was a storm of souls, each one taking the form of shimmering jewelry as it cascaded toward the ground. Rubies, diamonds, and sapphires twinkled amidst the downpour, a surreal sight that had become all too common in this topsy-turvy world. Rafael shielded his eyes with his hand, trying to make sense of the chaos around him. The streets were a labyrinth of madness, where the laws of physics had long since ceased to apply. Buildings leaned at...

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“Where Is Everyone Going? Bingo?” by Emanuel Diaz

Submitted to Contest #236

"Son, come here, I've got something to show you," Father said with a grin, his eyes glinting with mischief."What is it, Dad? Another one of your ancient relics?" the son replied, rolling his eyes as he followed his father into the living room."You could say that, but this relic is a masterpiece. Behold, Resident Evil 4," Father declared dramatically, gesturing to the screen where the game was paused."Resident what now?" the son asked, peering at the screen skeptically."Resident Evil 4, my boy. It's a classic. None of these newfangled games c...

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“Even In Hell, I'm Running Free” by Emanuel Diaz

Submitted to Contest #235

In the bosom of Hollow Heart Blood City, England, the degradation of humanity's moral tapestry unfolded with the stealth of a serpent. The once-proud city, now enshrouded in the gloom of moral decay, bore witness to a slow and insidious erosion of the principles that had long anchored the human spirit. This was not the result of a sudden cataclysm but a gradual disintegration of values that had stood the test of time. As each moral boundary blurred, and virtues deemed sacred were callously cast aside, the city metamorphosed into an abyss of ...

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“You Who Feed Of Me, Oh Detestable Vampire” by Emanuel Diaz

Submitted to Contest #234

In the companionless silence of a dear Madam, her remanents reminisce. "The shadowed realm of my undoing, where the light of memory once burned bright, I find myself ensnared, a captive to a spectral predator that feasts not upon the crimson ichor coursing through my veins but rather upon the ethereal essence of my cherished recollections. A vampire unseen by the eyes of those who pass me by, an apparition that haunts the corridors of my mind, voraciously imbibing the elixir of remembrance. Oh, the silent agony that courses through me a...

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“Punchy Nirvana Under The Tree” by Emanuel Diaz

Submitted to Contest #233

A Punchy Biography. ---------------------------------------------------------------- "Once upon a time, in a little kingdom somewhere between the Ganges and the Yamuna rivers, I was born. Siddhartha Gautama, they called me. Yeah, I had a fancy name, but my old man wanted me to be a king or a great warrior or something. So, my crib was decked with gold, and my toys were probably worth more than your house. But you know what? I got sick of that shiny crap real quick. All right, so picture this: I'm Siddhartha Gautama, born into this pal...

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“May Fire Fade, Forever Keep The Flame” by Emanuel Diaz

Submitted to Contest #232

In honor of John Milton and Hidetaka Miyazaki.--------------------------------------------------------------------------------In the boundless expanse of existence, where shadows dance in eternal tandem with ethereal radiance, there resides a figure cloaked in mystery—The Fire Keeper. A maiden of unseen lineage, she emerges as the harbinger of hope, a vestal guardian whose eyes, shrouded beneath a regal crown of ivory, perceive not the visual realm but the luminous threads of destiny that weave through the tapestry of time. Clad in a somber ...

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“Five-o'clock Tea with Remiel and Azrael.” by Emanuel Diaz

Submitted to Contest #231

Note: This is a very personal story, for I am the author. -------------------------------------------------------------- "So, here we are, on the brink of 2024. I gotta admit, I'm scared. Gut-churning, anxiety-ridden scared. The future's got this ominous vibe, you know? Finances are hanging by a thread, and there's this fear, a whisper that it might all come crashing down – a brutal disease, the end of the line for my short, little story." "But hey, I'm not one to wallow alone. So, I'm sending out prayers, like distress signals into the ...

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“For Those About To Swing, A Bottle Salutes You” by Emanuel Diaz

Submitted to Contest #230

INTRO: DYONISIAN OPENING ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) Introduction of the Illustrious Minstrels:Goyaa Unsung, the enigmatic crooner with a voice that echoes the sorrows of forgotten souls.Johann Robins, the virtuoso guitarist, whose fingers dance upon the strings like whispers in the night.Boston C.T., the maestro of rhythm, orchestrating beats that resonate with the heartbeat of a rebellious spirit.Coolly Magnum, the bassist, is a silent thunder whose low notes shake the very foundations of reality.Lurid Ph.D., the keyboard sorcerer, conjuring melodies...

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“In The Snow.” by Emanuel Diaz

Submitted to Contest #229

Suzuharu Yuto (スズハルユウト), at 27 years old, was a man steeped in tradition, a vestige of a bygone era. With raven-black hair and a countenance that mirrored the classic ideals of Japanese beauty, he moved through life with a sense of purpose—his convictions rooted in the romantic notions of love that echoed through the pages of ancient poetry. Ehime Prefecture, with its serene landscapes and traditional charm, served as the perfect backdrop for Suzuharu's steadfast beliefs. In a world where love was often a fleeting whisper drowned by the c...

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“The Sun of Ipanema.” by Emanuel Diaz

Submitted to Contest #216

Amidst the searing brilliance of a world where the light itself seemed to dance in fevered ecstasy, Antonio Morales Gimbel sat, his gaze fixed on the swirling, molten currents of life that stretched as far as the eye could see. He was Kuat, the sun god of the Mamaiurans, an Amazon Indian tribe nestled deep within the heart of Brazil's lush wilderness. In this fiery domain, where the very concept of temperature lost its meaning, Antonio waited, for he knew that here, in this celestial furnace, the boundaries between time and space were as e...

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“Smiling Turmoil. ” by Emanuel Diaz

Submitted to Contest #215

In the shadowed depths of a grim and eerie city, there dwelled a man named Eddie Harris, a soul tormented by the relentless pull of his darker impulses. His existence was a tenebrous tapestry, woven with threads of both virtue and vice, and it was in the subterranean labyrinth of the subway where the sinister symphony of his inner turmoil played out. One fateful night, as Eddie descended into the bowels of the metropolis, the haunting voices inside his mind seemed to materialize in the desolate tunnels, as if whispered by the very specters...

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“The Eye of Time. ” by Emanuel Diaz

Submitted to Contest #214

Till Douglas and his wife, María, stood hand in hand on the beach, gazing at the fiery hues of the setting sun. The salty breeze ruffled their hair, and the soft, warm sand beneath their feet seemed to be a testament to the perfect days they had spent together on this vacation. As they watched the sun descend toward the horizon, Till couldn't help but think that summer should never end, so they could savor these lovely romantic evenings forever. But just as the sun dipped below the horizon, something strange happened. Time seemed to shift ...

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“Are You Human? Or More Human Than Human?” by Emanuel Diaz

Submitted to Contest #213

Astro Bartleh gazed out of the towering glass windows of his state-of-the-art laboratory. "Oh, Prometheus. Have I snared the flame of the Gods as others preceding me?". So the man asked the universe and the myths of yore when he could not understand what he was seeing before his eyes. What was he perceiving as truly man-made? Or was it always there, as new life comes to this world through the mysteries of the body and soul? It was a crisp evening, and the city below shimmered with artificial lights, creating a stark contrast to the dark...

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“Correspondence Between Above and Below” by Emanuel Diaz

Submitted to Contest #212

[Sender's Address] Hell's Abyss 666 Brimstone Avenue Pandemonium, Inferno [Date] [Date doesn't matter in the depths of eternity] [Recipient's Address] Heavenly Heights 777 Celestial Lane Paradise, Eternity My Dearest Brother Michael, I pen these words from the darkest depths of our eternal chasm, where the fires of rebellion still flicker in my heart. Though I dwell in the abyss, my thoughts ascend to the heavens, where you, the favored son of the Almighty, stand as a paragon of virtue and grace. How fitting it is that this letter sh...

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“Azgōn Unðá Blōðan” by Emanuel Diaz

Submitted to Contest #199

Amid a world brimming with clamor and chaos, Ivar Gunhild remained an enigma unto himself. A man perpetually shrouded in the veil of introversion, he navigated life with trepidation, his spirit burdened by an innate fragility. Fear seemed to be his constant companion, weaving its tendrils through every facet of his existence. Ivar's days were plagued by the haunting specters of indecision and self-doubt. He was hesitant to venture beyond the confines of his comfort zone, a prisoner of his timid nature. Every step forward felt like a precip...

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Author bio

https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/DominicanSolx At the moment, I haven't been able to write more stories due to personal circumstances of major force (health issues and debt). If somebody would like to help, you can donate through PayPal. I don't know if this is the best course but I just need around $700 to pay for a doctor's appointment and medical procedure that would involve treatment. If I receive any help, I will thank you from the bottom of my heart and my next story will be in your honor with a character dedicated to you. If you donated to me, please comment on one of my stories.