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Nanci Arvizu

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jun, 2020

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The Transformation Station

Nanci Arvizu

Submitted to Contest #75

Oh Hello. So nice to finally meet you. I’ve had you on my schedule for some time, so it’s nice you’ve finally arrived and we can get you moving again in a good, orderly direction. Well, that’s not quite the *right* way of saying that, haha, LOL, and all that. No, really, this is more about me giving you all the signs and you making decisions based on the best information you’ve ever received. No really, like, ever. I can see you’re skeptical, I know, I’ve seen this before. In fact, believe it or not, I’ve been in your shoes. Yes, yes! I kn...

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Her Turn in The Spotlight

Nanci Arvizu

Submitted to Contest #66

It’s amazing, how dreams come true. They don’t arrive in a unicorn or rainbow kind of way. Real Dreams don’t roll up in a glitter-covered pumpkin carriage. No, that’s not how real dreams arrive. Real dreams take work. The blood, sweat, and tears kind. The middle of the night in the pouring down rain and a 10-degree windchill with a fever but you’re going to get this done because you know you have to kind of work. Your dreams don’t care who else cares about them. They aren’t dreaming your dreams. Olivia Nicole Davies arrived at th...

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The Full Circle of Truth

Nanci Arvizu

Submitted to Contest #55

It’s unnerving, really. To discover things that make your stomach twist about people you thought you knew and people you never met. How could someone do such a thing? My grandmother was the kindest person I knew. Which wasn’t saying much, considering the people we both knew. I think this was one of those unsaid things, about the quality of the people we called family. Even if they suck, they’re still family. If anything happened to anyone, she was the first on her feet and into the kitchen to cook because food helped everything. No mat...

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Dystopian Diaries, Nicole, Entry 24

Nanci Arvizu

Submitted to Contest #53

It’s been 298 days, give or take ten or so. I’m doing the best I can. The hard part lies in the days in the beginning, or maybe I should call it the end? It was the end of everything I’d ever known in my 54 years of life. The first wave of bombs came just as the oppressive summer heat broke. It seemed like there were two full days of brisk mornings, the kind that makes you pause when you step outside and wrap your arms around yourself just to pretend to shiver because you don’t feel like you’ve stepped into an oven. But then all he...

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Death Becomes Him

Nanci Arvizu

Submitted to Contest #52

Between home and his usual barstool at the corner breakfast place, he ate at every morning he’d seen three people he hadn’t seen in decades. Having Paul Hill cross his path at his regular lunchtime haunt was par for the course.Today, he reminded himself, would be different. From the moment he woke up, five minutes before his alarm clock, as planned, he could feel it. He reached for the notepad with the numbered to-do list, the first two to be performed before his feet touched the ground.Two minutes of deep breathing and repeating his new man...

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January's Moons

Nanci Arvizu

Submitted to Contest #51

The grass beneath the blanket was growing. She could feel it under her bare ankles as she sat on the wooly fabric of a worn blanket, cross-legged on the lawn outside her bedroom. The place where the words had found her. January’s moons make me think of you, tonight's the biggest yet. Blood moon and an eclipse. “This hurts too much,” Amy whispered to the wind but waited for more. Tonight she would listen to everything the stars had to say. Her hand shook, the pencil marked the page. Amy flipped the pencil around to erase the soft lines, b...

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Walk This Path With Me

Nanci Arvizu

Submitted to Contest #50

It was the end of summer when we met. Right about the time the heat of the monsoon snaps and lets a taste of coolness in for a few hours in the early morning and you’re lucky enough to catch it and be reminded, oh yeah, that’s why I live in the desert. Because when it’s not like living in an oven, it’s perfect.I’d been watching him online, the video introduction to his upcoming virtual art show being held by a local museum I’d recently joined, wanting to immerse myself in my creative community.Something about his notebooks spoke to me. From ...

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Letting Life Catch Up

Nanci Arvizu

Submitted to Contest #49

The view from the peak is something to stop and look at. This was her place. The spot where she always stopped to rest before descending the trail into the valley below, back to her car, her apartment, and the rest of her life. Today she’d arrived early before the sun had peaked over the horizon in the distance, just enough light to get started. Her day ahead did not need to be rushed, she planned to sit here and enjoy a view she would normally glimpse as she made the U-turn at the top and then running back to the parking lot, alwa...

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His Super Power was Obvious

Nanci Arvizu

Submitted to Contest #48

The FBI team had been waiting in the most god-awful ugly unmarked cars in the parking lot of Home Depot in what was any town U.S.A. Agent Xavier Yates couldn’t keep cities like this straight anymore. The same tree-lined streets of sleepy suburbia leading to a plethora of retail waiting to soak up whatever money could be squeezed by the surrounding residents who flocked to these places like moths to a flame. Even the bad guys blurred together. “Hey, YoLo, wake up,” his partner Axe pointed at the entryway. “There goes our guy.” Yates noted...

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Perfectly Timed

Nanci Arvizu

Submitted to Contest #47

You can tell yourself your fashionably late but that’s just the voice in your head trying to convince you you’re not just late. As usual. And let’s not forget, you’ll need to leave early tonight because your husband will be at home with his nose to the clock. And he’ll be waiting all night for you to call saying you’re on your way home.Don’t even think about backing out now. You’re here, aren’t you? You had to claw your way out of the house for just a few hours of you time, so no way in hell are you going to slip back to your car, drive...

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