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Isabella Portante

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Dec, 2020

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All the Time in the World

Isabella Portante

Submitted to Contest #243

Letting the fresh air fill her lungs and cleanse her nerves, Lydia exited the train with a spring in her step. She felt invigorated, like every second of her life had led up to this point. The swarms of people crowding around her couldn’t do a thing to make her good mood plummet. Everything was so much better than she’d hoped; the sky was a gorgeous baby blue, and the rustle of soft leaves soothed her tired mind. Lydia wasn’t used to such warm weather, but she chose to ignore her discomfort. The cold was behind her now; this was her home. Se...

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The library

Isabella Portante

Submitted to Contest #91

The library was a wonderful place. In fact, this certain library was quite exceptional. It was the type of library that could quiet even the loudest trouble makers. An unsaid hush fell in the air like a weightless blanket and dust hung in the light seemingly unmoving. It was as if you could frame this library in a photo frame and no one would notice any movement. Not only that, but the windows that stretched almost the entire wall let in the brilliant colors of a setting sun, orange and red and purple casting a glow on the surfaces of the ...

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The Hero

Isabella Portante

That's the thing about this city. You can't take two steps without running into trouble. The name's Max. This is a story about how I went from a delinquent kid to a hero within 10 minutes. Hard to believe right? Well let's see what you think after I tell this to ya. Our city of Frayton was not much of a city, and almost nobody knew it existed. Placed somewhere far away from all other civilization, it's was the kinda city where everybody knows everybody. And word got around fast. My parents died when I was young. I don't know who th...

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Freedom

Isabella Portante

How long had it been? She could not tell. She itched at the numbers tattooed on her neck, matted hair tangling in front of her face as the realization hit her. Yes, it was time to leave. As she brushed her fingers over her face, spitting blood to the side. She was covered in the crimson substance, her white gown splotted disgustingly with guts and fluid, but she didn't mind. Foolish for them to think they could contain a monster. The wound around her stomach was closing rapidly, only visible through the bullet holes in her gown. It wasn't...

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A normal day on the job with Mrs. Anderson

Isabella Portante

Submitted to Contest #75

"Alright, Miss Anna was it? How can I help you today?" A woman sat with her legs crossed, her blouse barely fitting over her bosom, tight slacks hanging just above her ankles. Her crocodile print sandals were ugly enough to gag at, but her client paid no mind. This time things would be different. This time she would turn her life around. Mrs. Anderson adjusted her cross shoulder bag, pulling out a lip gloss from within the depths of that horrid flowery pouch, the leaking perfume scent rising out into the air, flooding Miss Anna's nostrils...

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Please come back to me.

Isabella Portante

Today was like no other. Christmas Eve! She could feel a tingling in her fingertips, giving her a chill as her smile grew wider. She gave no thought to the quiet snowfall dappling her clothing as the lights around the city sparkled and glowed, casting reds and blues and white all over the snow covered cobblestone, the evergreens seeming to dance and sway in the silent breeze. The sight was truly magical, but it was missing something. Something that would complete the joy she felt in her heart. Or, maybe someone. She fidgeted with the black b...

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