Diamond Keener

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Aug, 2022

Stories (19)

19 Stories

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“A Crowded Blue Canvas” by Diamond Keener

The Volvo was parked at the bottom of the hill. I saw it from far off when I was driving on the highway. It stood out. Most people park in their driveways. Usually a car like that is either abandoned or has a for sale sign on it somewhere. I parked my own car next to the Volvo and walked around it. It was clean, no damage. Jo had even fixed the broken side mirror, I noticed. Had it replaced with a mirror that didn’t quite match. But that was the only off thing about it.  “The keys are missing.”  The old man scared the shit out of...

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“Buckfield” by Diamond Keener

Submitted to Contest #183

Arthur spent the entire time he was in the city looking over his shoulder. It was inevitable. Around every corner he was bound to slam into a person he used to know who would then slam his head into the concrete. Proverbially speaking, of course. He had been a bad guy, a really bad guy, and here he was in the angry city that was nothing but a giant reminder of it. He swore he’d never be back. But the chaos of multi connecting flight schedules had forced him back into it. He had a choice. To either sit in the airport all day, sit in the crumm...

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“Charles C. Charlus ” by Diamond Keener

A black Tesla was parked outside. She had joked with him at the coffee shop about her intense curiosity for Teslas. She wanted to know what it would be like to sit inside of one. He sipped his white chocolate mocha she had just made for him, stuck a twenty in her tip jar, and promised that he’d help her find out. She didn’t take him too seriously like all the other girls did.  He was always driven around in a different car every time she saw him, which was nearly every day. He would come to the shop around eleven, long after most other ...

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“Whistle ” by Diamond Keener

Submitted to Contest #160

“What did you say?”  I didn’t even bother to take the kettle off, I let it whistle as I repeat myself. He still hasn’t heard, and is miserable at reading lips. To tell him this while making my usual cup of tea, casually, as though I didn’t have this planned for the last ten months, seems fitting. Like there isn’t an alarm that will be going off on my phone in the next hour congratulating me on making the biggest step in my adult life. A step made five years too late, that’s my style for most things. It’s too late for me to cry over the...

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Author bio

Just for fun. Cinephile and writer living in the Pacific Northwest.

Shortlisted 2 stories ⭐️

Contest #240
No More Apologies – read story
Contest #221
Little Sister, Little Sister – read story