M. Ariani

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Dec, 2019

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“Bobby.” by M. Ariani

Submitted to Contest #34

I heard footsteps outside the door, followed by the jangling of the keys.I looked up to the direction of the door, and ran towards it.“Dad!”I ran to my dad Tom hastily. He was clutching a brown paper bag. No. He was clutching one bag, and another one in his hand with the keys.“Where’s Mom?” I looked at him.He had a smile on his face as soon as he saw me. Those kind, blue eyes I love. We have the same eyes, my mom told me. ‘Kind eyes’ was what my mom Daisy always said.I only know her as ‘Mom,’ but my dad always called her ‘Daisy.’Da...

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“Emily Montgomery ” by M. Ariani

It was only eight-fifty in the evening, and already chaotic in the living room.“Where is my bag of Cheetos?” Jim shouted. “Emily! Emmy! Where is it? The show is about to start! Doug, get the bottle of Johnnie at the bar, and grab two glasses with you, will ya?”Emily Montgomery rolled her eyes. Her boyfriend Jim’s new friend Doug is again back at their small apartment.Jim Jones and Doug McKinley both work at the prosecutor’s office. And tonight, both of them decided to forgo their late-night brainstorming sessions, where their living room and...

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“Tom and Me.” by M. Ariani

Submitted to Contest #26

“We were poor, I’ll start there,” I paused, as I took a long puff from my vape. I still hate this thing, but Tom gave it to me. He told me I smoke too much, that this device is the lesser of two evils, and that I must protect my lungs.I am in the middle of an interview for Rolling Stone magazine. It is like a dream come true, sort of, but I am still getting used to this life.This new life that music has afforded me, us.Tom, my manager slash husband, was behind Rosalie Zapata, the young woman interviewing me tonight. Tom was talking...

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“A Chef's Story” by M. Ariani

Submitted to Contest #22

“Fuck you! I quit!” I said, after slapping him on the cheek with my soapy hands.“You can’t quit, we’re in the middle of a dinner! Have you gone completely insane?” He replied, clutching his left cheek, that has began to show a visible red mark left my by hand.“Try me! I’m done with you!”I walked hurried past Peter Meier, bumping his shoulder on my way to the backroom. I needed to get out of here, out of this fucking restaurant that I worked so hard for nothing.“What the fuck are you all staring at? Get back to your fucking work!” I heard Pet...

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Author bio

Vegan Food + Stories + Whiskey