Emili Silvi

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Mar, 2020

Stories (12)

12 Stories

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“Free Like A Bird” by Emili Silvi

Submitted to Contest #73

Christmas. The saddest time of the year for me. But nationally supported as the happiest time. "Here, open this one next!" My sister eagerly shoved a present at me and I caught it, fumbling for it clumsily. I smiled tiredly at her and she beamed back. I tore off the wrapping. A sweater. "Thanks, Hennah. This is so soft." My parents looked at each other, nodding slightly. "We got something for you, too, Eris." "Thanks, guys." Dad left, coming back in with a covered cage. I pressed my lips together. "It's a bird!" he said excitedly, ri...

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“I've done it again” by Emili Silvi

Submitted to Contest #51

Do it, I told myself firmly. Just do it. But I can't. The sleek shiny gun resting on the satin red pillow in front of me was inviting, more inviting than anything else. I wanted one for self-protection, but I can't touch it. I can't remember what it feels like to have it in my hand, the pull the trigger, feel the bullet's release. I am so scared that I will do it again. I am so scared that I know I would do it again. I cannot do this. I must do this. He'll come back. He's gone forever. Forget him. Remember him. Grab. Don't. Take it. Run. Hi...

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“Unlikely and Unsteady” by Emili Silvi

Submitted to Contest #43

We were a pair. An unlikely pair, going against what everybody thought with everything we were. A boy and a girl. A jock and a nerd. Not in love, but best friends.  People swore we were going to end up together one day. I swore we wouldn't. At least, when I was younger and still new at this whole "friendship with a girl" thing.  She sometimes went all out nerd, with huge glasses and braces and dorky clothes, but other times she went completely "bad girl", thickening her eyeliner, smearing on black lipstick, spiking her short electr...

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“Underwater” by Emili Silvi

Submitted to Contest #43

I am swimming underwater, the fish around me gaping and nibbling at me. I am here with my therapy group, the hope being that this group, this glimpse of magic, will transform us. The sun is warm, even under the water, and the water so clear. I kick me legs, trying to swim deeper. My black one-piece, which I thought would blend in, ends up standing out in this vibrant world. My hair, dyed a hot pink, actually sorta blends in more than I thought. It floats around me and fish swim in and out of it. The sensation is slightly odd, but it is ...

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“Dream Detective ” by Emili Silvi

Submitted to Contest #43

My dreams were full of blissful wishes, as always. I dreamed in color, which always made things feel more real.In my dreams, I was the country's top detective, solving cases left and right. I knew exactly what was wrong and I was able to fix it."You're sure your husband didn't just run off with another woman?" I ask a distraught woman, who was in tears, mascara running down her face."I'm sure!" she protests immediately. "He was kidnapped. I know he was."I grimace and stare around at the vacant parking lot my subconscious had decided to place...

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“The Killer's Daughter (A Short Story)” by Emili Silvi

Submitted to Contest #43

"You liar!" I screamed, staring at her. The person who'd changed me, transformed me, made me into the twisted, vile, unfeeling person I was.  My mother.  She smiled at me, long blond hair swirling in the wind atop the building we were standing on. My only love, Nathaniel, slumped in her arms, a knife promising death glittered against his throat, resting in my mother's snow-white hand.  "You told me he was dead!" I went on. "You said you killed him!" Amber Abernathy, the most notorious female serial killer to walk the eart...

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“Last 2” by Emili Silvi

Submitted to Contest #39

My skin felt like it was being charbroiled. Red and blistered, it baked under the morning sun despite the countless layers of cloth I'd draped over myself to protect myself. I'd looked a few miles back and reminded myself of a lobster. I continued hiking over the ravaged planet, the naked trees and the dry, cracked ground were constant reminders to keep going. I had to find shelter before I died out here. Stumbling, I cursed myself for not resting back at that cave I found about three hours ago. But I'd convinced myself I'd get farther if ...

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“Death isn't easy” by Emili Silvi

Submitted to Contest #39

Everyone had known the world was ending. It was not a secret, much as the government wished it to be. It started four years ago, when I was a child of thirteen and my baby sister was one. The weather started getting funky around Christmas. Birds migrated back because the south was kicking up a freezing blizzard and the north was getting flowers everywhere you stepped it was so nice. Scientists said something was happening with the sun, but what kinds of things would have it snow in the south while the north grew toasty? The icecaps melted, ...

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“Stars and Scars” by Emili Silvi

Submitted to Contest #39

I stare up at the stars, thinking, tired. My whole life, all twenty-three years of it, measured up to nothing compared to the stars'. It was hard to comprehend that they had been here billions of years before me and they would still be here billions of years after.I examine my cracked, ruined nails. I am breathing heavily and my clothes were caked with blood. I am a mess. I am ruined. I am broken.I have thought over and over how I could've done this day different. And I have come up with nothing. I have not thought of a single thing I could'...

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“Balconey” by Emili Silvi

Submitted to Contest #38

I am that girl. The one smitten with her next-door-neighbor. I am also the dorky girl. And it just so happens that my next-door-neighbor was not.  Tall and lithe, I was built like a long-distance runner. My large, clear-framed glasses took up a lot of my face. I had deep blue and purple hair and an attitude the size of Russia. And an awkwardness the same size.  My neighbor was a football player, dark hair and the clearest green eyes you ever seen. He was maybe an inch or so shorter than me, a fact that made me blush. Unhappily...

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“You Don't Know Pain” by Emili Silvi

Submitted to Contest #38

I am perched on the edge of the thin, metal monkey bars. I am waiting for him. The forest around me seems dark and alive. Why anyone would put a playground in the middle of these woods, I have no idea. But it's been our hangout for forever. For those two wonderful years of happiness and then that one year of toleration. I still remember when we first came here.    Whoa!" I say, looking around at this hidden paradise. "Why's this here?"  "Who knows," Nolan says, flashing me one of his crooked grins. "But me and my brothers love...

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“One Last Time” by Emili Silvi

Submitted to Contest #35

Remember that friend that you ate ice cream with? That friend that was there when you learned to ride a bike? That friend that helped you with math and sneaked you candy and went through the trouble of sending actual paper letters through the mail when your phone got taken away and you couldn't text them? Remember? Well, I had that friend. I had that friend who would always push me to do greater things, who inspired me, who made me feel good about myself in my darkest days. And remember how you made promises to each other? I do. Our promise ...

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Trying to figure out where I belong in the writing community <3