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Brian DiPaolo

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Aug, 2025

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Hang In There

Submitted to Contest #327

The smokey alley was bitterly cold that night. A blustery wind stampeded through the narrow space between buildings, but none of us left our perches. I was but a kitten when I saw that interview, resting on the edge of a fire exit, peering down through a heavily mullioned window of a first floor studio apartment. Others were staggered over piles of cardboard boxes or sitting on the closed lid of a dumpster. The apartment’s owner, a human, had the habit of leaving the TV on over night, presumably the static was to drown out the rustling of us...

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The Breeze on My Cheek

Submitted to Contest #325

I lay in bed watching the sunlight fill the room. The first beam of light always rested on her pillow to my left. A gentle grin filled my face. She always hated that beam of light waking her up in the morning. She’d give a couple of swift kicks to the back of my legs, signaling me to get out of bed and close the curtains. Then I’d return to bed and we’d lie there, begging for those moments to last a lifetime.I rose out of bed, threw a robe over my shoulders, slid my feet into slippers, and made my way to the kitchen.“Coffee this morning?” I ...

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Walking Into Traffic

Submitted to Contest #324

It was 8 am. A bong, still smoking, rested on the coffee table at my extended feet. A familiar shame consumed me. In a small way, comforting. I looked around my apartment and thought, “What the fuck do I do now?”We finalized the papers Thursday afternoon. A half day of PTO wasted. I felt more emotion for loosing the vacation time. I haven’t been sober since I left the lawyer’s office, mindlessly jaywalked across the street and sat down on a stool at Kelly’s Bar across the street. In that immediate moment, my thinking was obsessed that she hi...

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El Billete Manda

Submitted to Contest #322

The low riders cruised the streets, blanketing dust onto their chrome wheel hubs. Off to the side, La Mala Vida. Distinguished by its collection of choppers resting on it’s curb. The metal grated door, making the bar feel more like a renovated home than an actual establishment. In the back, a singular, dimly lit pool table. A stack of cash lying loosely over the corner pocket. A gathering of Marines, anxiously standing at attention. Before he even pocketed the black eight ball, Rudi was making his way around the table to gather his winnings....

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A Witch Hunter’s Guide: The Wraith of the Woods

Submitted to Contest #319

Let it be known, I write this story in defiance of the Norfolk council. For they would see the events of October 1659 hidden away, forgotten. But I cannot and will not live among the ignorance. Let this story serve to teach. Serve to teach all new settlers of America to be wary of witch folk.***My name is Abigail Thorne. At the time of the events in this story, I was 16 years old. You also must know, that roughly two months prior to the events of October 1659, an unknown force began threatening the townsfolk. People began finding strange run...

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The Assistant's Cut

Submitted to Contest #318

Raya awoke to find the sun had still not risen. Her third day in row beating the sun to start the day. She rose out of the bed and shuffled over to open the curtains. Despite the early morning hour, she was overtly aware of the futility in this action. The soft glow of two street lights below spared some light into her room. The street was lonely but off in the distance she saw a young man reach the base of the steep road. Friday would be two months in the small Irish coast town of Dingle. Raya was working as the personal assistant to a fair...

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The Things We Think We Know

Submitted to Contest #317

The sunken, makeshift basement was damp and dirty with electrical components strewn everywhere. In the background, the projection blared, “Why don’t I teach you the hard way?” Knox Ames proclaimed before landing a punch to jaw of a no name henchman. Lenny barreled down the staircase, knocking Miles awake. “Dude you gotta see this!” He shoved a hand in Miles’s face. His holo-ring projected a screen above his palm. The headline on the display read, ‘First government approved Time Vacation…to Disney World’ “They actually did it! That family cam...

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