G. K. Derickson

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Dec, 2019

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“A Guiding Star” by G. K. Derickson

Stian gazes up at the twinkling stars that glow against the dark sky, picking out constellations she recognizes; Cerberus the Three Headed Dog, Pricilla the Ancient Queen, Cynosure the Guide.    Lydan gently combs his fingers through Stian's wet, straw colored hair, attempting to untangle the knots. His fingers catch on a knot and she hisses softly. He murmurs an apology.     "Why do you keep it so long? You’re a thief; I'd think it'd be easier to keep it short." She snorts.

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“Just Don't Stop Replying” by G. K. Derickson

~September 12, 2024, 3:14 PM~Join me, we have donuts. You of all people should know that that’s not going to work on me. Yeah, I do, but I can hope.  Oh please. I’ve tried to kill you on multiple occasions; why are you so adamant about getting me to join you? Because you tried to kill me.  How did you even get my number?  I’m not giving away all ...

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“Memory Manipulator” by G. K. Derickson

     Mia leans against the steering wheel of the midnight blue 1967 Chevy impala. It’s old but reliable- mostly. It was about the only thing the gang could afford. Ah, the life of a super villain. She sighs, tapping her fingers. The dashboard clock flashes 1:38 a.m. To think this is taking so long. Mia isn’t going to wait around much longer, she's only waited this long because of the pay. She checks the time again. 1:39 a.m.     Five minutes. And 30% more.   &n...

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“Painter and Moon” by G. K. Derickson

     In a universe vast and timeless, with stars forever blinking in and out of existence, worlds dying and recreating, are two immortals forever at odds. One a man, or maybe just a boy, creating cause, destroying worlds, anything to get the attention of the other, a girl always willing to lend a hand. She helped those in need and did the best to save any she could. Many legends are told about them, some say they’ve been around since time began, others that they're not even immortals. Are they friends, enemies, or...

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“Pod Ship” by G. K. Derickson

     The ship’s in ruins. Crise couldn't be sure it was a ship, if he hadn't seen it before. The hunk of metal is beyond repair, but he has to fix it, he can’t afford a new pod. He's not sure he can afford to fix it either.      He saved for months to get it, then months more to find someone selling. At least he still has his life. The wind blows snow over the small pod. He sighs and pushes his goggles off his head. He has to find someone willing to t...

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“Search and Found” by G. K. Derickson

     The dining car is mostly empty, save for the young woman quietly eating chocolate cake and ice cream. Her hair is white and fluffy as snow with braids tightly pulling the side of her hair back. A black trench coat covers a gray tank top and camo cargo pants. She sighs, stirring the crumbs around the plate. There's only a day left before the train arrives at her destination, and Diana is no closer to finding her hunt than when she came aboard. It was suppose to be simple; find a thief. Easy. But it’s not. All ...

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“Attic” by G. K. Derickson

      New Year’s resolutions are stupid. If you’re going to do something just do it. That’s Jays philosophy. Rain pours against the window as a crack of lightning lights up the sky. He sighs dropping his book onto his lap, tired of reading the same page over and over. He really should finish cleaning up the attic, it’s as good as a time as any, but every time he starts, he’s reminded of all the things Kat will never finish.     It’s been three years sinc...

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“Sync” by G. K. Derickson

     Deep in space, a lone ship drifts though the shadow of a moon. Alarms blare as the ship shakes from the strain of staying together. Vika flips a switch up and down, her thick gloves catching. She grits her teeth as she tries to pull a wire from the panel. She yanks the gloves off and throws them behind her. Who cares if the cold of space gives her frostbite if she’s dead? The cold seeps into her fingers as she wiggles them through the wires and yanks the one she’s looking for.    &n...

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