Gabriella Reti
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I write from lived experience, but never in straight lines. What happens in life becomes metaphor, atmosphere, and cinematic story on the page — layered, interpretive, and written for readers who know how to read what remains unsaid.
Stories (5)
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The Fire I Built After The Fireworks
I recognized him immediately, because I used to be the one looking at the sky instead of building a fire. Back then, I knew every kind of brightness except the one that lasts. I knew how to chase color, noise, applause, the sudden rush of being wanted somewhere, by someone, for something. I mastered the art of mistaking motion for life – of letting flashes of joy convince me that I was warm, charismatic, even while I was freezing underneath them.
By Gabriella Reti7 days ago in Writers
The House I Could Never Find
I am standing in front of a house. It is small, with old yellow walls and a weathered roof, the kind that has survived enough seasons to earn its softness. Time has left its mark everywhere - in the cracks, in the faded paint, in the quiet wear of its exterior - but none of it takes away from its beauty. If anything, it makes the house more lovable. Some things become more precious, precisely because time has touched them.
By Gabriella Reti27 days ago in Writers
The Darkness He Called Home
He did not want a way out. He wanted company in the dark. It is dark in here. Not the kind of darkness that simply falls when the Sun goes down, but the kind that clings - damp, cold, airless. It settles on my skin like a second layer, seeps into my lungs, presses against my ribs. The walls sweat. The ground is unstable. Even silence feels wet here.
By Gabriella Reti28 days ago in Writers
Mirror Dance
Tables. Lots of them. People. Cheerful and noisy chatter and the rustle of colorful taffeta dresses and suits, the scent of cloying perfumes carrying the atmosphere from day into night; as the amount of consumed alcohol rises, ties loosen, collar buttons come undone, inhibitions and formalities slowly evaporate into sweet submission.
By Gabriella Retiabout a month ago in Fiction
