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K.D Howard

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Oct, 2024

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Luchar

K.D Howard

“¡Luchar!” 001"Wishful Thinking" She’s awake. She’s awake…wide awake… again. Why..? Why is she still awake? …her phone is ringing… again!! It’s been ringing on and off since she hit the hay almost an hour ago. Her usual bedtime is a little past the evening tide; she’s exhausted and needs sleep, but this phone… that atrocious thing has been ringing on and off since then. This is the fifteenth time that someone has called!! She doesn’t want to hear that fucking noise anymore!!! This has to be a phone jockey at the bottom of a telemarketing-pyr...

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Cristian 001: The Phone Call

K.D Howard

Her phone is ringing… her phone is ringing again!! It’s been ringing on and off since she hit the hay almost an hour ago. Her usual bedtime is 8:45 in the evening. Her favorite bedtime is past the evening tide… but this phone… This atrocious thing has been ringing on and off. This is the seventh time that someone called!! Is this a phone jockey at the bottom of a telemarketing-pyramid scheme!?? Whoever this caller is, they just made ‘The List’. She’s getting frustrated; hell, she’s beyond frustrated.She grips the bridge of he...

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GRIEVER

K.D Howard

The air is ripe; that old familiar scent of the sea. Lips smack and nostrils flare even after the slightest whiff of the salty the seafarers a reason to traverse to and fro the open seas for days of fishing entailed by a nights of wild stories exchanged amongst the saltiest sea dogs on a vessel and even the sea dogs congregating to the docs. The rain is coming; the torrent is nigh… the sea awaits. # Meanwhile in his drab room, a certain young man named Ein has grown weary, or better suited, complacent from the pettiness of his former...

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Memories of a Memory

K.D Howard

Submitted to Contest #282

The sun rises; Dawn’s Nativity. Dying stars, of the nocturne passed, flicker their last until they disappear into the vacuum’s void. Such a sad requiem for the once vibrant vessels now reduced to moribund fumes and absorbed into oblivion. Their dying cries are muted from the other side of oblivion and thus from the other side of oblivion they perish. The gathering clouds are trimmed with a golden light; they float along fleet by fleet; forever in motion as they pass by; forever nomadic without so much of a moment’s respite; forev...

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