Gabriella Reti
Bio
Perpetually on the quest for deeper understandings. Life is a journey, and I'm committed to unraveling its every aspect. Be sure to pack your sense of humor, a generous dose of sarcasm, and ability to laugh - you'll need them all.
Stories (4)
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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 Reti3 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 Reti4 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 Reti7 days ago in Fiction
