Grayson Killian

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jan, 2021

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“History of The Jews:” by Grayson Killian

Submitted to Contest #80

A man walks up to the museum door to grab his ticket. He thanks the man that gave him the ticket, then walks through the door. He heard scuffing of shoes scrapping the floor, the smell of wax from the statues of history. He walks around noticing things of Babe Ruth to things of World War 1. Different types of history in one place that happened through the years. He walked around to notice a hall to his left, hearing the sound of voices echoing down it. He went down the hall, getting closer to the voices to see a...

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“Devil in Disguise:” by Grayson Killian

Submitted to Contest #79

Footsteps scuffing the side walk. Sounds of people yelling, laughing, having the time of their life. Cars passing by, machines going off everywhere, people dancing from the music on the streets. The smell of delicious food. A breeze goes by causing a woman to have a chill. The woman walking down the street to a small cafe that she fell in love with the moment she went in. She pulls open the door to the cafe to be engulfed with the smell of baked bread and coffee. "Hello dear, you have a visitor at you...

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“Adventures of The Mind:” by Grayson Killian

Submitted to Contest #78

The room was quiet, all you could hear was the wooshing of a fan as well as a book crinkling. Two girls were sitting on the couch that was against the wall facing the tv screen. One had blonde hair and her friend had black hair. The blonde had her legs curled beside her while her head was stuck inside her favorite book. The black-haired friend was laying beside her playing a game on her phone. She looked over toward her friend who was gazing with such intense emotion on her face as she read her book. She could not understan...

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“Angels In the Mountains:” by Grayson Killian

Submitted to Contest #77

The sun is shining through the window. You can see the dust floating through the air, the cabin smelling like oak from the Oaktrees outside. A hand trails over someone else's hand. "Goodmorning love" the husband says to his wife. " Goodmorning" the wife smiles at him as she is rolling over in his arms. "What shall we do today?", " I don't know, there is not much we can do here since there is not any electricity." The husband looks outside from the bedroom window to see it snowing. "Hey look it is snowing outside." She looks towar...

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