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Bryan Aiello

Nameless

A boy stares into the night. The moon, also known to some as Pheobe, glows speculative there and waxes his small world into a new hunting…

3 min readJun 25, 2021

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Nameless

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Bryan Aiello

The evening smells like jasmine and a thin reminder cinnamon was an ingredient in dinner.

Her father and master of their school ran into the burning building that had been his own grandfather’s home as a baby and disappeared…

2 min readDec 12, 2018

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The evening smells like jasmine and a thin reminder cinnamon was an ingredient in dinner.

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Bryan Aiello

Carnevale di Venezia

The Medico della peste mask is made of old white leather ripped from the thigh of someone pure.

2 min readJun 1, 2018

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Carnevale di Venezia

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Bryan Aiello

The Beast

Toman grips the ax handle. Both fists go white with the tension. The veins running up and down both labor strengthened arms stand proud.

2 min readMay 31, 2018

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The Beast

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Bryan Aiello

Enraptured

The air smells like incense. Maybe patchouli. Maybe something more narcotic, sinister, it could be poison and Steve wouldn’t care. He sits…

3 min readFeb 9, 2018

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Enraptured

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Bryan Aiello

When the Party Ends

He is nineteen years old and takes a swig from the near empty bottle of Johnny Walker red. It makes him gag. It tastes like wood and smoke…

5 min readFeb 9, 2018

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Bryan Aiello

Marchese

The large black man with yellowing eyes says, “You can call me Kingston, mon,” and together they drive a few miles away to a little three…

3 min readJan 31, 2018

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Bryan Aiello

Bryan Aiello

Army vet. Sufferer of irreversible storytelling and comma abuser. Host of podcasts: @0rg_Creativity and @Mirage_Spec. Sire of twins, husband.

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