Desirae Anaya
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What gives the soul direction? What makes the eyes grow wider and the breath escape the lungs? Stories. Stories and storytellers. I see the story that is buried deep within the crevices of stone. It is my duty to expose that story.
Stories (22)
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Do Better
It was already a hot day. The garage Penny worked in always felt like an oven even in the winter. Penny tried to adjust herself in the cramped space she found herself in. She was trained never to panic in dangerous situations. This situation was the worst case scenario. Penny pushed different sequences of buttons and inputted various codes into the robot’s main computer.
By Desirae Anaya5 months ago in Fiction
My Cabbages
Daniel woke up to a car horn blaring outside his window. Following the car horn were the screaming voices of two old men. Daniel cracked one eye open and looked at his alarm clock. It was six in the morning. He tried to drown out the noise with his pillow but it was no use. The sun streamed into his bedroom. Although it was early in the morning, Daniel’s room was already hot. His apartment didn’t have air conditioning or a cooling unit and the summer heat was relentless this year. New York City was breaking heat records daily. The humidity stuck to the locals like warm honey. He would have awoken from the uncomfortable heat despite the old men.
By Desirae Anaya5 months ago in Fiction
Perfection Unattainable
“What an absolutely perfect morning!” Stephanie exclaimed. She breathed deeply and could still smell the lingering vanilla scent that was programmed to be pumped throughout the house. She threw off the blankets of her king sized bed. “REBECCA! Open the drapes!” Stephanie yelled at her robotic assistant.
By Desirae Anaya5 months ago in Horror
Directed By Death
Ring…Ring…Ring…Ring… Buzz…Buzz…Buzz…Buzz… Woody laid in his bed staring at the ceiling fan. He had been awake for a while. Woody wondered if he had even slept at all. His phone and alarm clock continued to go off. Woody made no effort to turn off either. He counted how many times his phone rang. It would ring for a time, paused, then continued to ring. After the seventh round of ringing, Woody turned over to silence both devices. He knew the reason for his phone ringing off the hook. It was another homicide scene in Houston. Woody was a fourteen year veteran of the Houston PD Homicide team. His job was to take pictures of the crime scene. Lately the memories of past assignments were wearing down on his psyche.
By Desirae Anaya5 months ago in Horror
One Sweet Day
The sun was gently streaming into Avery’s bedroom. The song birds were greeting the day with their chirps. A gentle breeze caused the trees to dance. A perfect morning. At least it would have been perfect if Avery noticed. The day before, Avery had worked into the early hours on a presentation for her work. Avery worked at the leading marketing company in the state. The latest project she worked on was for a wellness company that sold vitamins. This project was going to make or break Avery’s career. When she realized she landed her dream job, Avery was elated. Now it was eleven years later, and she had not climbed the corporate ladder the way she hoped. At this point, she had become disenchanted with her career as a whole. She knew she had the talent to be successful, but her superiors refused to promote her.
By Desirae Anaya6 months ago in Fiction
The End Times
Who knew survival was so hard? Life was easy for Harry. Now, Harry struggled to eat daily. Before the cataclysm, Harry was a billionaire. One of the few that made money in his sleep. There was nothing Harry couldn’t experience or buy because of his vast wealth. It had been six months since the meteor shower destroyed the world, and four months since he had any interaction with another living soul. It was quiet now. The air stood still around him; still thick with unsettled dust. Whenever Harry went to scavenge for food, he would wrap a scarf around his nose and mouth. Six months of living like a wild animal. The only difference was Harry always returned to the ruins of his once luxurious home.
By Desirae Anaya6 months ago in Futurism
The Farm. Top Story - July 2025.
It had been a long day of moving for Emily. Emily threw the last box full of kitchen ware on top of the counter to put away. Knives, forks, plates, and spoons soon found their new home. The weather turned just as Emily sat in her chair next to the fireplace. This farm was once owned by her grandparents. Her grandfather built the house with his own hands. Emily’s grandmother died first. Her grandfather followed a week later. After they died the bank bought the house and all the property attached to it. Over the years the property was sold off in chunks. Emily was fortunate enough to buy the last piece.
By Desirae Anaya6 months ago in Horror
Crocodile's Dreams
“I had that dream again.” I said. “Which one is that?” “The one where I’m back at Saint Joseph’s.” “The rehab facility? You haven’t been there in over ten years.” Dr. Stuart paused, allowing the silence to be filled with the ticking of his ornate fish clock and our collective breathing. “Why do you think you’re having dreams of Saint Joseph’s?” The good doctor finally said.
By Desirae Anaya6 months ago in Horror
Tri-Colored Roses
The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished. This was the warning of the Naiads. Though confirmation of the Queen's disappearance did not come right away, the peasants knew to heed this warning. When the second sun rose on the second day of the Queen's disappearance, knights and liege lords scattered across the land, air, sea, and volcanoes. Queen Seraphina kept the realm balanced with her elemental magic. Without the Queen and her magic, the realm of Terra Septem would default to the Starborn.
By Desirae Anayaabout a year ago in Fiction
