Kristi Gott

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jan, 2022

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30 Stories

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“The Wind Harp in the Willows on the Mystical Coast ” by Kristi Gott

Submitted to Contest #248

Everything was connected, especially here in the wilderness life.Emma rode her red mare, Ginger, along the trail next to the creek. The wind under the forest canopy seemed to whisper of secrets and ancient times. She heard the air hum through the willow reeds like music from a harp. The rhythm of light rain pattering on the fir boughs, and the perfume of the fir needles, carried the essence of life growing and blooming.The windowless shack in the wilderness of 1898 where four skinny children lived with Emma’s Mama was already half ...

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“Wonders Calling from the Mystical Coast ” by Kristi Gott

Submitted to Contest #247

Something large was moving through the emerald fir trees that touched the golden hour colors of the sky.Mama Black Bear crashed through a tall shrub with plate-sized red flowers. She was growling and huffing.Eileen screeched.Rupert dropped the four-month-old, ten-pound Black Bear cub that he was cradling like a pet dog next to his chest.It was a Spring afternoon in 1898 in the green wilderness of the Mystical Coast.Baby Black Bear had looked cute and lonely hanging onto the Douglas Fir tree. Rupert did not see Mama Bear, but she was not far ...

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“Dancers of the Sea on the Mystical Coast ” by Kristi Gott

Submitted to Contest #246

The flow of the watery world on the Mystical Coast brought a sense of wonder to those who lived there. It was a sunny day in June of 1898 along the rainforest wilderness coast.Near the river bar at the ocean the black and white whales leaped and splashed, joyfully singing and dancing in the waves with squeals, whistles and hums in their fun ocean playground. The games stopped when short, sharp, quick distress calls came from the six month old whale calf. In the dialect of whale language the calf cried for her mama.Nuzzling the calf...

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“ Through Foggy Veils of the Mystical Coast” by Kristi Gott

Submitted to Contest #245

The Mystical Coast showed her mystery and drama while the ship called Nightflight cruised under the shimmering stars.Winds of the Mystical Coast blew a dense veil of fog across the clear waters. Then the Nightflight was wrapped in a cotton cloud mist, hiding the stars and shores needed for navigation.A towering ocean swell over the bar from the sea to the Emerald River lifted Nightflight into the salty air.Blankets of fog hid the other ship that was coming from the starboard side. Through the haze a ghostly shape appeared.Wham! The two hulls...

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“Eagles Flying Above the Storm ” by Kristi Gott

Submitted to Contest #244

Eagles ride updrafts,On airy sky trails,Over the clouds,Beyond rain and gales." Elijah saw the storm squall whipping the waves. The wind howled. The ocean darkened. The clouds burst open.A pair of eagles spread their wings and rode updrafts into the sky.Gliding through low clouds, the eagles soared. Elijah knew they were flying to heights beyond his sight, above the rain and wind.A sense of wonder and beauty filled Elijah. He felt as if he soared along with the eagles.Sitting in the ground floor of the lighthouse, Elijah leaned toward the op...

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“The Rogue Wave of the Mystical Coast” by Kristi Gott

Submitted to Contest #243

The surge of icy water swept over her feet. Then rising above her knees, it pulled Elsie into the tumbling ocean surf, along with her puppy and her friend.They surfaced in a cave of sloshing water.Earlier, Elsie was walking on the beach she loved near the lighthouse. It was a mystical and magical place. The next moment the ocean flooded the sand and surrounded her with a rogue wave surge.Elsie and her friend Bret saw the dark, furry head of her puppy, Teddybear, emerge.A swell of water lifted them, then dropped, and they stood on a...

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“In 1898 - Trapped in the Ship's "Museum" ” by Kristi Gott

Submitted to Contest #242

Waves splashing against the ship “Pacific Odyssey” echoed in the dark hold beneath the decks. It was anchored off the shore near the Mystic Lighthouse and the year was 1898.A musty smell wafted in the still air. Dark shapes of the captain’s collections from faraway places created a twisted labyrinth. A rustle sounded from deep in a corner. What was that? A rat?From the shadows one of the shapes began rising. It became taller, wider.Slowly it moved closer.What was that? Where was the way out?Elsie stopped breathi...

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“The Brazilian Carnival Celebrities ” by Kristi Gott

Submitted to Contest #241

My Mystical Creature, Coos Bay Bear, the hybrid dog-bear-mystery, looked sideways at me, dark eyes twinkling.He loved time traveling to the past. "Good boy," I said, petting his dark fur."Could we use our creativity and time travel to knit together the wounded threads of the past and find our way to a sense of wonder, peace and joy?" "Could visiting the past help transform the painful things into something else?""Could the outer journeys of time travel heal inner wounds that still stung? Betrayals, rejections, a loss of wonder and joy?"The w...

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“Secret Time Traveler” by Kristi Gott

Submitted to Contest #240

An eleven foot tall prehistoric mama bear stood on her hind legs on a beach, staring at us. Her six foot tall cub peeked around her side.A shiver passed through me. None of my friends at home knew about my secret time traveling. I was here alone with my Mystical Dog.Before we landed here, the winds of time travel swept us off course, and we missed the right landing era.The gusts of time still whirled. I grabbed my poet's fedora hat with the colorful Peruvian hatband before it blew off.Then I reached to pull my supernatural four legged compan...

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“Traveling Through Winds of Time ” by Kristi Gott

Submitted to Contest #240

The morning breeze brushed against my skin. It carried the scents of salt air and fir trees."ooooo...oooooo...oooo" call the Mourning Doves through the forest. A vision of shapes, lights and shadows drifts across the waters of the lake.It is forming a picture that is wavering on the ripples of the lake. To a time traveler, it evokes waves on the ripples of time.Lately, the feeling of the troubled world's weight getting heavier was growing. I needed a happy uplift."It was time for a time-out," I thought. "I need something new, or something fo...

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“ Mystical Animals with Supernatural Gifts ” by Kristi Gott

Submitted to Contest #239

Tension turned to chuckles when I saw my Mystical Dog's eyes wink at me.The winter moon was rising over the river. I tried not to feel nervous about tonight's performance.Scents of the ocean and wet fir trees after the rain evoked dreams of the Mystic Beach. My ethereal creature wagged his tail and smiled at me.The notes for tonight's presentation sitting in my pocket begged me to take another look. "Was this going to be good enough? Or was it a mistake?"...

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“Eagles Sky Dance ” by Kristi Gott

Submitted to Contest #238

Eagles dancing in the sky help inspire threads of connections, weaving together the lives of an Oregon Coast lighthouse keeper and a woman on the East Coast.A copy of the 1898 Matrimonial Bazar publication for personal ads sat on Elias's desk.Below the heading, it said,”Our aim is high: To increase the number of home firesides, increase the happiness of other people, in short, to do what we can in mitigating woe and loneliness in any sph...

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“Serendipity Calls ” by Kristi Gott

Submitted to Contest #237

On two different coasts, the warp and weft of the loom of destiny drew two threads together. A fortunate stroke of serendipity began to weave them into one fabric. Two lives, thousands of miles apart, became intertwined.In 1898, on the East Coast, Maryanne sat reading by kerosene lantern light in a house near the harbor. Three-masted schooners and steamships rested on the sheltered waters of her Atlantic Ocean seafaring community.The streets and busy shops were quiet in the evening's twilight. Horses pulling carriages passed occasionall...

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“Something in Your Light ” by Kristi Gott

Submitted to Contest #236

Aquaria missed the artistic engineer, who breathed life into his designs, singing his poetry, and giving her a lighthouse soul.She still missed her original clockwork gears from the 1890’s that rotated the beacon light inside the crystalline, multi-faceted, glass Fresnel lens. Like a giant diamond, it reflected light from all the sharp cuts.Sometimes for fun she made the light pulse against the night sky, bright as a sun then like a dim star in the distance.One night local boy Ray Olso...

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“1898 at the Lighthouse - Horses Running Wild ” by Kristi Gott

Submitted to Contest #235

Flame, Blaze, and Shadow felt pulses of excitement and bolted across the dunes, hooves flying over the sandy hills. The wind sang in their ears and their hooves almost lifted them off into flight above earth."Let's run and run..... ," is what they might have said if horses could speak.Grabbing mane, pulling on the reins, and yelling, "Whoa," the riders struggled to stay on the horses, who continued to sprint ahead with their eyes shining.Running over the sand dune trail, the...

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Author bio

Animals and nature have always been a big part of my life. I live in a national forest wilderness in Oregon, on the west coast of the United States, It is full of wildlife and I love living here. I'm a volunteer docent and historian for a local lighthouse built in the 1890s. This inspires my writing. If you copy and paste this link into an internet search you can visit the writing projects at my website. Https://kristigott.com Happy writing!