Gianluca Angelucci

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Feb, 2021

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“Land, Oh!” by Gianluca Angelucci

There is nothing interesting to be said about John, but one thing is for sure, he owned a small boat. He was a bland and plain man with a quiet temperament, some gray hair sprinkled on his head, and he dearly loved sailing with his boat. It was an old grungy sail, with a grumpy attitude and more patches than original pieces. It was called L’Groo, a faded legacy of a kids’ game lost in time. Despite h...

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“Life’s a mess (aka wonderful world)” by Gianluca Angelucci

To think that I would end up living in a makeshift hut deep in the woods…Life’s a mess sometimes.I mean, if you follow the biological steps to make a life, you can see that life’s a mess by definition.It starts with a vicious entanglement of flesh and bodily fluids, it develops in a sack in the womb of the mother deforming and squishing her organs, and comes to the light of day in pain and anguish, in a pool of liquids, blood and let’s not think what else.The...

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“Gravity, is working against me” by Gianluca Angelucci

Gravity, is working against me.Just to be clear, I’m not a moron. I know my Newtonian physics, the laws of gravity work on me just like anybody else. The thing is, and I know for sure, the thing is that gravity has got something against me.Why would it be so aggressive is beyond my understanding, but I can feel it pushing me down, compressing my bones, my stomach. Opposing my every move.I tried to get it checked, first I got to the best physicians in the country. They tried with...

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“Panem et circenses” by Gianluca Angelucci

The fresco in the parlor told stories of mythological feats , with beasts and monsters struggling against men and demigods, with half-naked damsels running in the countryside fields. The window of the room projected the view towards the muddy Tiber, flowing below the bastions of Castel Sant’Angelo, the old Adrian’s stronghold in Rome, now the dwelling of Popes and cardinals. -Where did we stop?- ...

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“Memoires of a trip to Miyama Shrine” by Gianluca Angelucci

This is the story of when I met a real God. It happened once, and I don’t know whether it will ever happen again, but it was enough to fill a lifetime.Just bear with me, it’s barely the memory of a dream, but all you will hear is nothing but truth.At the beginning of this story I was an undergraduate in nuclear engineering. You can’t really split substance from form, action from essence, so I’d say that my college major kind of matters, in the grand scheme of things. At least for this story.Dougl...

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“Impression, soleil levant” by Gianluca Angelucci

Wallpaper, it’s moldy green was shrieking against Claude’s eyes like nails scratching a blackboard. All around him he could only see that wallpaper encasing the rich drawing room, overshadowing the satin sofa and armchairs, the ornate desk and the piano in the corner. “Claude, mon ami, what brings you here?” Louis’s smile brimmed with cunning malice as he entered the room, while his...

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“The Locked Door” by Gianluca Angelucci

There is a locked door, at my place. Probably I had better not call it “my place”, it’s just the place where I am. Maybe it would be more correct to say that I am it’s dweller rather than it being my place… Doesn’t make much of a difference, does it? Whatever the case, there is that one door that doesn’t want me to go through. I roam, one room to the other, yet my path leads me back to that merciless obs...

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“Leftovers” by Gianluca Angelucci

Under a tungsten sky, in a court of concrete, a circle of men was holding ground against the cold assault of the wind.“Here, take this guys.” Mark was handing out to the rest of the men little squares of chocolate, taken from a crumpled piece of foil.The group of scrawny men leaned closer looking at the treat with eyes wide open, “is that what I think it is?” asked the tallest one, reaching for it with trembling hands.“Yeah, today is gonna be our biggest hit ever, and we are not going to get a se...

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“The End of the Infinite” by Gianluca Angelucci

Sempre caro mi fu quest’ermo colle, E questa siepe, che da tanta parte Dell’ultimo orizzonte il guardo esclude. Ma sedendo e mirando, interminati Spazi di là da quella, e sovrumani Silenzi, e profondissima quiete Io nel pensier mi fingo; ove per poco Il cor non si spaura. E come il vento Odo stormir tra queste piante, io quello Infinito silenzio a questa voce...

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“I hung my head” by Gianluca Angelucci

The thud of the gavel roaring from the towering chair of the judge presses on my chest, with the same weight of the doors of Hell closing behind me.I suppose that it will actually happen, as soon as the Grim Reaper will come and claim my soul. There in the square, where the gallows stand waiting for me, the Lone Rider will escort me to Hell, like the sheriff did to the jury house.How I got here still escapes the grasp of my understanding. My hands had known for all my life nothing but the stern touch of...

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“The Dragon's Lair” by Gianluca Angelucci

Something was not right. The whispers of the cave were carrying new voices. He could feel, faint but clear, the high pitched squeal of metal scraping against metal, standing out against the comforting dribble of moisture on the rough stone of his home. Awaken by the nuisance he lifted his head, stretching his back accompanied by a generous yawn. He could distinguish at least three p...

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“Closing Time” by Gianluca Angelucci

There are two things that I always loved about working in that rag-tag bar in Beacon Street, Cambridge Massachusetts. One was the sparse crowd of customers, a circle of melancholic will-o’-the-wisps taking a drink after a failed exam at Harvard. The other reason, and by far the most important, was that I got complete freedom to choose the music. That evening I put on “Closing Time” ...

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“The Hubble Law” by Gianluca Angelucci

[Disclaimer - rude language]They say that space smells like chicken. To him it smelled like a fucking Nobel price.Wearing the bio-suit was like bathing into a tub of slime, just warm enough to make you feel like sitting on a public toilet that had been used by a filthy stranger a few moments earlier.Nevertheless it was the most advanced piece of equipment to challenge the deadly stare of empty space, capable of supporting life in hostile environments for one hundred years or more.That the ...

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“Paradise Lost” by Gianluca Angelucci

The sound of muffled steps slithered along the floor, accompanied by nothing more than the blind stare of the stars, pinned against the night sky. The darkest blue, where the lone figure was walking, was one with the fabric of the firmament, perfectly still and unchanging. Time itself had never touched that space, a room without ceiling or walls, a boundless expanse made of the same velvet of the pitiles...

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“Come to me” by Gianluca Angelucci

The salty breeze was holding hands with the resin of the planks, playing within the sails like cheerful children, gently pushing the vessel onward on the bluest of seas. On the quarter deck the capitain was facing up to the gentleman, hissing with a low, rumbling voice “We lost our route, sir. We are in the midst of unknown waters, pushing forward is going to kill us all!”. Just a smirk on the face of the...

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Author bio

I am Gianluca, a 30 years old Italian engineer, with a passion for fantasy, mystery and surreal media (in particular literature) Please give me a lot of constructive criticism!