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Francis Kennedy

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Apr, 2025

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Surviving the Storm: A Story of Depression

Francis Kennedy

Submitted to Contest #311

Content Warning: This story explores metaphorical depictions of depression and isolation. I cling on — knuckles white from the effort, my fingers numb to everything except pain. The cold seeping in to every molecule of my hands, urging me to relent my exhausted grip. I refuse. Not out of a strong act of defiance or bravery. No, nothing as thrilling or noble as that. I hold on because it’s the only thing I know how to do: It’s all I am. All I remember. All I know. I have no idea how long I have occupied my raft, lost at sea in the middle of a...

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A Gun and A Knife

Francis Kennedy

Submitted to Contest #311

Content Warning: This story contains scenes depicting murder, gore, and psychological distress, which some readers may find disturbing. Eight, nine, ten… I knew it! My little grey universe has expanded by four strides. But why? I was jarred from a peaceful sleep by a slight tremor in the ground. A small hairline fracture appearing in the concrete wall. This excited me. I leaped off my cot to admire it - tracing my finger along its rough edge when I noticed the expansion of my cell. I’ve not been awake long, but this is already the most exc...

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The Story Spinner

Francis Kennedy

Submitted to Contest #310

He’s there again – watching. Enveloped mostly in shadow, as has been his want lately. I’ve given up trying to catch him. To kill him. It’s useless, he’s too quick. His lair a mystery to me, despite my best efforts to find it. Now, I lay in bed, engulfed in anxiety, sheets pulled tight whilst staring back at him. I try to penetrate the darkness in the corner of my room. He shifts his body, revealing one of his long hairy legs. And I catch a faint reflection of light in one of his beady black eyes. My breathing is heavy, heart racing. I don’t ...

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I Already Know The Title

Francis Kennedy

Submitted to Contest #310

Content Warning: This story contains graphic violence, gore and psychological horror which some readers may find disturbing. I stare at the back of her head, urging her hair to go up in flames - the smug bitch. I take a sip of my coffee without averting my gaze. She sits taking selfies with an obnoxious cup of something - a Frankenstein coffee. It took her ridiculously long to order the concoction, and she was downright nasty to the poor staff; threatening to post about the slow service to her thousands of followers. And then, had the audaci...

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