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Giulia S.

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Nov, 2020

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The last day

Jesus, what a year. That's was her first thought the moment she opened her eyes. It was New Year's Eve and Jade couldn't believe that 2021 was finally over.  With all the shit she had to bear with over the last 12 months, she was sure that something would happen that day too. Because the most difficult year must have been difficult until the end. That's why she decided to stay home that night.  "Come on, Jade you can't - you won't - be alone on new year's eve! It's just too sad" said Mel, her best friend, when she refused to g...

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Reflections

Weekly Contest #126

January 1st, 2021I can't believe another year just started. What the hell happened to 2020? Why time's passing by so fast?!Well, let's take a look at the past 12 months: a pandemic exploded, all the world has been in lockdown, people had serious problems with the concept of wearing a mask correctly. I think this is a perfect summary of the year that just passed. Oh, and since a pandemic wasn't enough, my boyfriend broke up with me at the end of that crappy year.Yeah, thank you 2020 for all that crap. Really. I just hope this new year wi...

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The Past and the Present

Weekly Contest #119

The past is the past. You need to let go. How many times have people said that? How many times have you had to listen to those words? At first, it's so annoying. You can't even think about letting go. How could you? How could you let go of part of your life? It seems just impossible. But then something happens. What is it? Well, it's just that. Time passes. Yes, simple as that. That same thing that felt impossible a while back, now it starts to make sense. You can't realize the exact moment when this happens, though. It would be nice to kno...

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Raindrops

One drop. And another one. And then, another one. Big, beautiful, raindrops are falling on the windshield of my car and I cannot be happier. I’ve always wondered why people said that is a “bad day” when it rains; the fresh air, the water that refreshes your face, the sound of the rain that is so relaxing. Just like now: I’m in my car, driving in this beautiful tree-lined street, and the only sound I can hear is the rain falling down from the sky. The street is completely empty, and even though I don’t want to arrive at my final destinatio...

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The office

September. New month, full of potential and new opportunities. Clara’s life was finally starting to take the right run, she knew it. “New month, new life”, she kept repeating in her mind. And there it is, the new month and the start of her new life. The building was ridiculously tall: twenty floors (maybe even more), and she felt like a small ant. She looked at it from the bottom, steady in the middle of the sidewalk, with all the people who passed by, without even noticed her. “This is it. You did it. You finally have a job!”, she was thin...

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August 15th

August 15th has always been a very important day in Italy. Vanessa never understood exactly why, though: everyone had big plans for the day, starting from the night between 14 and 15 of August. Everyone asked: “What are you doing on Ferragosto?” (this is the name of this so-called “holiday”), and if your answer wasn’t conforming with the expectancies, you were weird. When she was in school, usually her friends used to spend the night in the beach, doing some sort of camping, with the only goal of getting drunk and stoned. She always hated it...

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Lonely California

Weekly Contest #99

Premise: it's my first first-person story. Any suggestions are much appreciated! *** The summer heat arrived all at once, like every year. I’ve always had trouble to swift from the winter cosy sweater to shorts and flip flop; and every year, I’m totally blindsided. This time was no different: in the middle of June, I’m still wearing my pink slippers and my leggings are on, but that day was terribly hot, something like 38 degrees Celsius. “Ok, now I’m gonna take a shower and change these clothes…”, that’s what I thought when I opened my b...

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Reborn

Weekly Contest #98

The grey clouds above Sophie’s head threatened rain at any moment, but the temperature was so pleasant that she doesn’t care. The terrace of the building where she rent her studio apartment one year back, was so big that could host 500 people at least, and yet no one of the resident ever used it. The thunder was getting closer, and the wind was more intense and cooler: the perfect weather, for her. It was the first anniversary of her arrive to London and she couldn’t believe that all that time was already passed by. Sitting there, watching ...

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Burning damage

Weekly Contest #89

The flames were dancing in the night sky, lighting up the dark street and releasing an intense smell of burnt wood. The starry sky welcomed them: the stars, perfectly visible until shortly before, were covered by that bright, intense, red color. Joleen, Zoe and Maia were watching the house burning, standing in the middle of the tight country road. «It's over», was whispering Joleen, «it's over». The remnants of the old walls fell at their feet in sparks and immediately went out, even before touching the ground. «What have you done?», asked ...

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The Golden Building

Weekly Contest #85

People called it the golden building for its color during sunsets, when the sun gently caressed its glass windows and reflected off the rest of the city. It was the most important and historical newspaper of the city; the walls could tell amazing stories, that nobody could ever imagined. 1980 Harriet’s desk was at the second floor, cubicle number twenty-six: it was white, perfectly tidy, pen and pencils ordinately placed in the pen holder. It was decorated with one simple photo with her two nieces, Elena and Kiara. «Here she is, our repor...

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