Giancarlo Diago Cevallos

Author on Reedsy Prompts since May, 2020

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“A Short Walk” by Giancarlo Diago Cevallos

Gary, from the town of Gary in Indiana, closed his apartment door behind him. He walked to the first floor, having just put on shorts and a t-shirt. Getting the mail was no special occasion, and he treated it as such (not that he had fancier clothes to choose from if he wanted). After trudging down the brown and gray staircase, he got to the first floor and opened his mailbox, slotted between six others for the building inhabitants. Inside the steel box in the wall were two envelopes. Gary opened the first, with his brother’s name scribbled ...

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“The Seller” by Giancarlo Diago Cevallos

Submitted to Contest #51

Okay, considering what happened that day, the story doesn’t actually start exciting. There was no prelude for what was to come. The classroom was warm and boring. Like, God, it was so boring. The teacher, Mr. Eric, had already remanded me for trying to read Doctor Alpha (my supervillian comic) in class; it was so unfair. I had already finished my work, not like I was interrupting his class or anything. Hanging on my chair behind me was my bookbag, with multiple compartments and pockets, and Lucy in the seat behind me. I think she had a heigh...

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“Lost and Found” by Giancarlo Diago Cevallos

Submitted to Contest #43

Alice lay strewn across her bed. Sunshine was thrown across her disheveled sheets and a covered canvas lay in the corner. While cans did strew the floor, the apartment was still clinging onto asemblance of cleanliness; seen in an abandoned vacuum cleaner that spent it's days battling the forces of disorganization.Interrupting the monotony, the doorbell sounded at her apartment’s door.Alice groaned and got up, if unwillingly. Her hair was a rat's nest, and shades were under her eyes. She walked zombie-like, into her living room, and shuffled ...

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“A boy and his follower” by Giancarlo Diago Cevallos

Submitted to Contest #43

In the early morning, the sun shined brightly through the young boy’s window. He didn’t want to get up at first; last night he had worked late last night to do his homework, all so that he could enjoy his weekend. However, he knew he had to get up sometime. So, rubbing his eyes though, he got up. He looked forward to a day of playing around and visiting his treehouse.He stood up and walked to his closet. After moving aside his rugged backpack, he grabbed his clothes and dressed. However, just as he was about to leave his room, he saw so...

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Author bio

When not reading or watching pretentious video essays, GD devotes his time to learning and practicing the art of writing. And, you know, publishing and marketing too.