𝕔𝕛 𝕒𝕝𝕖𝕩𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Apr, 2020

Stories (7)

7 Stories

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“Yéil Tl’éetl’i” by 𝕔𝕛 𝕒𝕝𝕖𝕩𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣

Submitted to Contest #87

North of the tallest peaks,In land dusted with snow,People of the Tides metIn the night with fire aglow.Young and old, near and far,The kwáans from all across,Found their way to the fireTo listen to storied love and loss.Faces around the flame dancedAs embers crackled and burst.The elders telling epic talesTo those with knowledge-thirst.Yet all know the Beginning,And how the world came to be.About the Great Spirit, the Raven,And the gr...

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“The Bokor” by 𝕔𝕛 𝕒𝕝𝕖𝕩𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣

Submitted to Contest #60

“Fifty years ago, the plague swept across the planet, turning its people into something other. Wheezing, groaning, never-dying monsters who only know hunger and crave human flesh. Doctors and scientists could not stop the spread, and the old governments refused to believe it was real.“But the Bokor believed. She was a brilliant scientist and tried to reason with the leaders, but they refused to listen. So, she built a sanctuary for the healthy as the plague continued to spread. She gathered her family and as many people as she coul...

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“Teeth” by 𝕔𝕛 𝕒𝕝𝕖𝕩𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣

Submitted to Contest #51

A little girl sat on a park bench, hands in the pockets of her small double-breasted coat, feet swinging over the edge of the seat lazily. She was all rosy cheeks and pale skin in the breath of autumn. All around her, the park’s landscape turned a pinky-orange color with the sun’s fading light. Long shadows crawled across the neatly trimmed grass and sidewalks, one such shadow cutting the bench in half right over the girl’s frame. There were only a few people other than her in the park: two lovebirds strolling through the comm...

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“A Little Tinder and Kindling” by 𝕔𝕛 𝕒𝕝𝕖𝕩𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣

Submitted to Contest #40

I met my best friend, Sophie, in pre-k.Back then, she wore her hair in a thick, dark bob with straight bangs. Every single day, she would come to school wearing an atrociously patterned skirt with matching leggings. My fashion sense wasn’t much better. I think my whole wardrobe consisted of a single cherry-patterned dress and a baby blue fuzzy sweater.I was rather outgoing when I was younger and was generally at least acquaintances with all the girls in the class. (Boys had cooties.) So, I knew of Sophie in a we’re-in-the-sa...

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“The Hands of Time” by 𝕔𝕛 𝕒𝕝𝕖𝕩𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣

Submitted to Contest #39

The antique store smelled of old leather, brass polish, and history. Framed maps and paintings covered the walls from floor to ceiling. Trinkets of all shapes and sizes camouflaged the stained tabletops. Natalia loved it. All the shining brass, eclectic statuettes, and mismatched frames reminded her of her childhood, surrounded by baubles of bygone times. She picked up a collapsible brass telescope; her father would have spent hours in this store, taking up the shopkeeper about its history and fantasizing being the mariner who use...

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“All for Lucy” by 𝕔𝕛 𝕒𝕝𝕖𝕩𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣

Submitted to Contest #38

Henry was tired. The kind of bone-deep weariness that came from long nights and even longer days. Prison could do that to a person. He had been there for a long time. Almost twelve years. But not a single one of those four thousand days had passed where he regretted what he had done. He got mail now and then from Elena, his ex-wife, telling him that life was still going on in his absence. She, herself, had retired early, and his daughter, Lucy, had remarried two years ago. From Elena’s letter, the husband seemed nic...

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“Red Sky at Morning” by 𝕔𝕛 𝕒𝕝𝕖𝕩𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣

Submitted to Contest #37

I first met him during one of my late-night excursions on the beach. I had been prone to insomnia since school, you see. It was why I applied for the job at Ocracoke. The calm, repetitive work that the lighthouse offered was a nice break from my symptoms, but sometimes, on grey nights when the light wouldn’t go as far, sleep eluded me. It was a chilly night in late summer as I recall. The sun hadn’t shone all day, leaving the sand like ice under my toes. A single moonbeam pierced the dark clouds and fell like a s...

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Author bio

CJ is an average young adult pushing her way through school. She wants to be an engineer after college and is oft seen stuck between the pages of a good book. Sailing, writing, and archery are a few of her favorite pastimes.