Caera Keane

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Oct, 2019

Stories (5)

5 Stories

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“Vessel” by Caera Keane

Submitted to Contest #89

You’re sitting down – just a passenger. You stare out the window, gazing past the blurred panorama of the world. Staring, entranced by the bustling of life the view before you has to offer. But the non-stop movement gets you dizzy after a while. They never rest, constantly keeping their paces. You willed your eyes to leave the window. You look to the right, left, in front of you, behind you, where many ot...

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“The Tower's Walls” by Caera Keane

Submitted to Contest #88

She’s not an outlaw nor a felon. She’s not guilty of any crimes worth to be punished by eternal exile within my sturdy walls. I was quick to be overwhelmed with curiosity, and so I took it upon my own need to scrutinize the girl. And I didn’t know whether or not I was surprised that I saw it with my own eyes that she was indeed kept in good condition. Unmarred, her milky white skin was free of any scars. ...

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“The Life Bank” by Caera Keane

Submitted to Contest #61

Welcome aboard the Exela338. Subject MA45938619. Time remaining 17,344,817.34 minutes. Do you wish to proceed with the transfer? You paused, hesitating on the last minute confirmation. Subject MA45938619. Failure to respond after 10 seconds will abort the request and you will receive 5 points penalty. Do you wish to proceed with the transfer?<...

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“Pillow Talk” by Caera Keane

Submitted to Contest #59

“How can you turn the AC on now?” “Hmm?” “It’s sooo cold,” she curled inwards to face the other side of the bed, wrapping the duvet around her body. The bed rustled behind her then, and she felt his weight leaving the bed. “What are you doing?” She flung the duvet open, biting down a shocked gasp as the cold wind hits her. “I’m switching it back to heater,” he calmly said, ...

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“Doubts” by Caera Keane

Submitted to Contest #9

There’s a smile on her face that she couldn’t shrug off. She couldn't explain the contradiction of the lightness she was feeling and the weight in her heart. Her thoughts went back to that cute senior and his charming smile. Brie told him to forget it, to forget him. He's already got a girlfriend from another school or another city, she couldn't really remember. A girl can dream, that's the code that she lives by. Besides, he held the door open for her yesterday. With that dangerous smile, he called her by her fi...

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Author bio

Amateur in writing, amateur in design, and mostly, amateur in life – but then again, aren't we all? I write for myself, during the days when my emotions would get the better of me and take over my senses and wits. I write for the characters and occurrences in my mind, so that they may have a place to thrive in this realm or another. I write for whomever it may concern, and wish that there is a soul who has the same frequency as mine somewhere out there. I write for the abundance and scarcity of love in my life and let it be a salve for those in need, which does not exclude myself. Wander the letters born of my dainty thoughts and flighty mind. May you find what you seek and lose what you loathe. Beware and be aware of what lurks behind the story, beyond the words. And don't forget to smile while you're at it, will you? ;)