Daniel Kleba

Author on Reedsy Prompts since May, 2020

Stories (19)

19 Stories

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“Fraud” by Daniel Kleba

Submitted to Contest #46

I step forward to accept the woman’s awkward hug. I feel the shame wash over me once again. The waves of doubt, fear, and embarrassment radiate off my body, so strongly I am absolutely sure everyone in the line can feel it. But I plaster a smile on my face and tell her how much her story inspires me. How thankful I am to be a part of her personal miracle. It’s all garbage. I’ve told hundreds of people the same tired lines. Their stories are different but the results are always the same, they crave freedom, an escape from the fear. Thousands ...

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“Honest Abe” by Daniel Kleba

Submitted to Contest #44

It was a beautiful, sunny day in Budapest and as the 747 dropped like a brick through another blast of turbulence A.J. regretted ever leaving. He could see the bright lights of JFK Airport mocking him from the ground, the end was near, one way or another. The plane descended through the sky like an overfed seagull and the luggage compartment above him looked very untrustworthy. He clutched his backpack tight to his chest and stared into his knees, willing the pilot to at least make it quick. No messing around with hospital stays or life savi...

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“Second Chances” by Daniel Kleba

Submitted to Contest #43

In the grand scheme of things it is not that unusual to find a bird inhabiting one's sink. When compared to all of the other strange and wonderful things the world presents us with it is relatively mundane. Houses have windows. Birds enjoy bathing in water and flying into said windows. So it stands to reason that on a few rare occasions a bird will fly towards a window that is, much to the bird’s surprise, quite open. This bird, upon realizing that it is indoors, will invariably see a sink filled with water and decide to take a nic...

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“A Stroke of Luck” by Daniel Kleba

Submitted to Contest #42

My head hurts. I’m upside down and my head hurts. There’s blood trickling down into my nose. I think it’s coming from a gash the seatbelt caused but I can’t turn my neck to look. Some lady is yelling at me through the windshield. She looks like an EMT. I can’t hear what she’s saying but it doesn’t matter. I can see another car in the distance with more EMTs around it. The car I hit. The driver is sitting on the road next to her car. She’s screaming and pointing in my direction, probably telling them how I cut her off. How I drifted into her ...

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Author bio

Just starting out I liked writing in high school and I'm trying to come back to it now as an adult. Without the pressure of a grade of course.