Emma Diliberto

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Dec, 2021

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“SAL” by Emma Diliberto

Submitted to Contest #213

Humans are imperfect; they lie, kill, and lead the world and, ironically enough, the human race to destruction. This thought weighed on Lorenzo every day, pounding and whirring around his head, leading him to hopeless fatigue. However, one day, something changed inside him in his class as he heard his professor speak about robotics. Through the words of his teacher, he could feel the chords of his being ring. At that moment, he filled his mind with one thought, one purpose. At that moment, he felt a surge of energy and power speak to him, s...

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“Eyes” by Emma Diliberto

Submitted to Contest #182

What makes something real? Can it still be real, even if it isn’t for someone else? If you believe it, it's real, isn’t it? The stale old light from the tv glares on my skin as I sit in the darkness of my room eating chocolate ice cream. The show's cheery noises clash with the deafening silence enclosed around me. Watching it helps me keep my mind off everything, though. It also keeps me company since it's usually just me keeping myself company. When the show ends, I try to find something else to watch. There's not much on, though,...

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“The Other Side” by Emma Diliberto

Submitted to Contest #157

** contains some potentially triggering material such as mental health, and bullying** I run outside, my face red and wet with tears. Gasping for air, my lungs penetrate as I flee with despair. Pain's surging through the body. Actual pain. How I feel- It actually physically hurts. My mind is racing. "Why. Why. Why. Why is this happening?" I'm still running. Running with no direction. But it must have been looking for something. A place. Anywhere but here. "I want to go back" Between the fragments of my conscious blurred vision, I fi...

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“Strangers” by Emma Diliberto

Submitted to Contest #146

I sit in silence as I examine the peculiar surroundings, watching people like a fish floating within a deep tank of water. Through the reflections of the moving water, I observe fragments of human exchanges–laughter, arguing, crying, hugs. The foggy images parallel the tank's glass full of children's cloudy handprints imprinted on the glass. The glass, a separate wall between their existence and mine, yet the remains of their life engraved within my vision forever. The water like a lens for my perceptions of how it flows and gleams, only all...

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