Mara Masolini

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Sep, 2020

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“WELCOME SPRING” by Mara Masolini

Submitted to Contest #86

 WELCOME SPRING It was the first day of Spring and in the large park of the small town a great party had place, the party to welcome Spring.  The park was magnificent, even Strunz was a small town, it had a wide green park where, together pines and cypresses , there were also cherry trees, pear trees, peach trees, apricots trees, almond trees. All these trees were now just in bloom, or their flowers were about to bloom at any moment. The flowering foliage of the trees ,which looked like&...

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“TIME DENIED” by Mara Masolini

Submitted to Contest #84

TW: suicide TIME DENIED   The room, with white walls, even if of a far from immaculate white___there were stains and scratches on the walls, was narrow. The light came from a window on the ceiling, very high. When Lily was brought there, , it had to be  the first day of the year.  She remembered that those who had grabbed her to load her into a van that looked like a hearse, complained : “ But you look, even today, which is THE FIRST OF THE YEAR, when we should only think about partying and having fun…...

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“A HANDFUL OF FLASHING COLORED CONFETTI” by Mara Masolini

Submitted to Contest #84

A HANDFUL OF FLASHING COLORED CONFETTI “Damn it , I was about to lose my house keys…ah, I have not lost them by a hair…thank goodness I noticed in time” Peter said himself as he was on his way, coming back home. If he had lost his keys, it would have been a trouble, since there was no one in his house, and he had never wanted to keep a spare key, that is a key hidden somewhere outside, but near his house, like many people who hid their keys, spare keys, under the doormat, or in a flowerpot, or in a hole in ...

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“FRIZZY” by Mara Masolini

Submitted to Contest #83

FRIZZY He had originated___or had been born___in the water of the bathtub, in the Morrison ‘s house, while Tommy, the  youngest  son of the Morrison, a child of five years, was taking a bath. Who knows how, who knows why , at a certain point, he, Frizzy had come out in the water of the tub, which was full of soap bubbles ___and Tommy was playing with those ethereal colored bubbles, making them move, making them fly, blowing on them____ Who knows who could have created him….ah, he, Frizzy really co...

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“THE ENCHANTING MERMAID” by Mara Masolini

Submitted to Contest #83

 THE ENCHANTING MERMAID The water in the gulf, of a deep blue, which, under the rays of the sun___it was a summer     afternoon___sent out emerald green reflections, that were sprays of light, was calm, motionless as a mirror. A seagull squeaked down on the still expanse of water , to soon after get up again in flight. Suddenly the mirror of blue water began to stir, rippling with increasingly thick waves. When foam appeared on the waves, a foam that looked like snow, the golden tai...

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“THE AMAZING APP” by Mara Masolini

Submitted to Contest #82

THE AMAZING APP The idea had been of the young mayor of the city , who was a woman,   Chiara D., very well seen, not to say supported and sponsored even from by the bishop’s curia, in the elections that had seen her win over opponents and competitors more experienced than her. The city of Poppy   was indeed a provincial town , which until not many years earlier had been an important manufacturing centre of the textile industry. Since years, however, Poppy had become almost a post industrial ...

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“ALL THE COLORS OF THE MOON” by Mara Masolini

Submitted to Contest #82

ALL THE COLORS OF THE MOON ___WHAT COLOR IS THE MOON TONIGHT? Ulrich was a teenage android who had been made for a mission to Mars ten years earlier. He, like the other few teenage androids, had been programmed to teach the most disparate languages  to children born to women of the human species , but who were born on Mars, who were not exactly the same as the children who were born on the earth. How it had happened that Ulrich had come back, or had been sent back on the earth, it w...

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“THE SURPRISE WAS VERY DOUBLE” by Mara Masolini

Submitted to Contest #81

THE SURPRISE WAS VERY DOUBLE Friedrich and Lily had met on a dating chat for adults looking for a partner. They had chatted for more than a month every day, talking about their life, about their interests or passions, they had been happy to discover ( to learn) that they shared several of them. Both Friedrich and Lily loved animals, above all they loved cats, both of them loved music, especially Mozart music. Both Friedrich and Lily loved traveling and getting to know other countries, but also to find out unknown places w...

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“BUT YOU LOOK WHO SHE IS” by Mara Masolini

Submitted to Contest #81

BUT YOU LOOK WHO SHE IS Pierre ,since he had divorced, about ten years ago, lived alone in a terraced house in the green area of the provincial town where he was born. He lived alone, but he was alone up to a certain point, since he was surrounded with animals: three cats, one dog, one goat, and then chickens, pigeons, geese, canaries and parrots. Yes, because since he was the only one to decide how to live, he had given way to his sympathy for animals. His children, a son and a daughter, were now grown up and they lived in other cities...

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“THE UNKNOWN OF THE PORTRAIT” by Mara Masolini

Submitted to Contest #80

THE UNKNOWN OF THE PORTRAIT Paul, even if he believed, like others, that painting had ended with the impressionists, kept on painting.  He had always painted still lives, also still lives with..- flowers, bouquets of flowers, vases with flowers, flowers scattered on the ground, and even single flowers, even sunflowers, of course. But, instead of looking at Van Gogh, , he rather had, as a model or reference, painters as Vermeer and Caravaggio, as Velasquez and Rembrandt. He had never thought to paint portraits. If now he was enteri...

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“AS A SHADOW COMING OUT OF THE PAST” by Mara Masolini

Submitted to Contest #79

AS A SHADOW COMING OUT OF THE PAST “ Don’t you recognize me? Ah, a lot of time went by…..But, look at me…take a good look at me….Oh, it’s me! Really don’t you recognize me?” He asked with a vibrating voice, and as he asked, his eyes __it was evening and there was fog___they lit up like two light bulbs, coming towards him.  In the dream Peter met him at a corner of a street, coming out from behind a wall. He, Joe, had appeared suddenly, the frail figure of an old suffering man, in his hallow, very pale face ...

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“ONLY CLEMENTINA IS MISSING” by Mara Masolini

Submitted to Contest #79

ONLY CLEMENTINA IS MISSING The light of the evening enters the room through the wide window, like a gray veil which spreads over everything.  Yet a short time has passed since from the same window she could see the burning sky of the sunset. Anne is sitting near the window, as if she wanted to be enveloped by the evening which is falling, by the light more and more gray, increasingly darkening , and as she wanted  be wrapped by the play of the shadows , which slip on the walls of the room, on the pieces of the furnit...

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“ON, LET'S START WITH THE TIP TOP UP” by Mara Masolini

Submitted to Contest #78

ON, LET’S START WITH THE   TIP TOP UP The  conference was held in a hotel which stood isolated on a hill near a wood, and which had the appearance of a castle, even though it had only been built a few years earlier. It was a castle built with ultra-modern materials, a castle with walls glittering like mirrors.  And in those (its) walls  which all  shone like mirrors, there were really mirrors, but you could realize where they were, surrounded, almost embedded, one could say, as they were&nbsp...

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“THE HEN LAID THE EGG” by Mara Masolini

Submitted to Contest #78

THE HEN LAID THE EGG “ Yes, Chicca is fine…oh, but sure, she eats regularly , with appetite…of course, she eats the birdseed you advised me….and she drinks….sure, I reminder she also needs the grass….oh, every day I let her go out in the garden “ While she was talking at the phone with her great-aunt Teresa, Matilde kept an eye on Chicca, which was hopping on the sofa , and she bent down from time to time to peck it, then, after a few pecks, she raised her head and looked here and there, craning her neck. “ No, not for now….Wh...

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“ON THE WHITE BLANKET OF SNOW” by Mara Masolini

Submitted to Contest #77

ON THE WHITE BLANKET OF SNOW The sky was still an uniform blanket of gray, without even a mottle, or a little opening , without a minimum space (area) of a tone slightly lighter or slightly darker. The compact gray of the sky loomed like a heavy hood over the snowy landscape she was looking at from the large French window. It had been snowing for hours, it kept on snowing.  Now the snow was falling like thin rain, in gusts and sprinkles. While until a little ago she had seen it falling in fluffy flakes...

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