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Aaliyah Salia

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Nov, 2020

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Red Christmas

Submitted to Contest #340

The stench of swine hovered around his head. The sound of blades scraping together echoed in the basement of house 12, the last one on the street. The dim orange lights flickered on the bloody walls. Trails of gore and plasma had started from his kitchen to the basement stairs. The splashing sound of his footsteps as he walks past the puddle of blood makes his cat run towards him with its tail high up in the air. It twirls around it's masters leg, licks the blood off of his boots and runs back to its place near the fireplace. He places the c...

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BitterSweet

Submitted to Contest #339

Trigger Warning: This submission contains references to mental health and suicide. Reader discretion is advised. I pulled out the coffee pot from its place and poured the black liquid into a white ceramic mug. The liquid was thick and I could already smell the bitterness of it. I liked it this way, and I knew he would too. Yet, I placed the milk pot on the tray next to the cup and a bowl of sugar cubes. Sometimes he likes to drink with milk and sugar. When he’s in a rather happy mood. Today wasn’t a happy day though. Today was bleak, and the...

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I Wish I Wasn't Alone

Submitted to Contest #284

Every holiday, me and my grandma would spend time together; baking, knitting, laughing, watching movies, and all the things every granddaughter would do with her grandmother. Holidays meant the smell of cinnamon, cardamom, and star anise wafting all around the house, mixer grinders on full volume whenever you’re sleeping peacefully, and the busy footsteps that pace around the house like a restless cat.I would wake up and a delicious brunch would be waiting for me. In the time between lunch and dinner, snacks were made and passed on like cand...

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It's Okay

Submitted to Contest #283

Trigger Warning: This story contains themes of mental health struggles, emotional distress, and graphic descriptions of violence and gore, which may be unsettling for some readers. Discretion is advised. Mike hadn’t been coming home for the past two weeks. It was strange because he would always come home with his two duffle bags and stay until New Years. Christmas holiday was all he looked forward to. It was something he and I thoroughly enjoyed. We would go out to dinner, drink hot chocolate with a splash of whiskey in it, and cuddle next t...

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Broken Pieces

Lena had always been a collector. As a child, she’d had a rock collection, a sticker collection, and a collection of porcelain dolls that she kept lined up on her bookshelves. As an adult, her collecting had turned more towards antiques and vintage items. She scoured flea markets and estate sales, always on the hunt for something special to add to her collection. Her most prized possession was a collection of antique teacups that she’d been gathering for years. Each one was unique, with delicate patterns and intricate designs. She kept the...

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Guess What Happened...?

Submitted to Contest #69

My palms began to sweat as I saw all of my family members entering the house and heading straight to the living room and kitchen. In a few more minutes, the house would become chaotic and everyone would ask for me.  As usual, I would be cooped up in my room, praying that mom wouldn’t call me from downstairs or force me to meet everyone. I enjoy living in solitude and watching Netflix instead of smiling all the time at my family or glancing at them. It’s just plain awkward and I just hate being in the spotlight. But today was differe...

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