K. Espinola

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jul, 2023

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“An American Vampire” by K. Espinola

Submitted to Contest #272

For William Geryon, the centuries only got easier as he lived them. Things diluted, bleached by new generations of informality and scrubbed smooth by modernity. And, for a vampire, a creature of many sensitivities, that was a good thing. He’d been born in the United States capital, back when the capital was still Philadelphia, and he’d been twenty-six when plague brought the city to its knees. Creatures of the night had come to gorge on those left outside, those piled high in the plague carts. It was a feast of a low grade, a bounty of ...

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“Margery’s Dragon” by K. Espinola

Submitted to Contest #217

The doctor was in at midnight. There came the rush of footsteps. Solemn, hurried whispers. Bianco’s grip making the banister creak. The crickets in the yard chirped as they would any night, unbothered by all that was moving and shifting within the little house at the end of the lane. And, still, Margery’s heart beat it all out. Her world was spinning like a roulette wheel, horrible past merging with horrible present.She followed her husband and the doctor upstairs, old floorboards groaning. An oil light was on in William’s room, once George’...

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“The Thaumatrope” by K. Espinola

Submitted to Contest #215

Lenore Whitten had lived in this house for one hundred and fifty years. Or, at least, that’s what she would claim if anyone ever asked her. But, in reality, there was little left here from her time. All the furniture had gone when her parents sold the home in 1888. At the end of the century, the porch had been replaced when the owners’ little terrier fell through rotting boards. In the twenties, the plumbing had been redone. Then, a young couple had moved in and arranged for the wall between the kitchen and parlor to be removed. It opens thi...

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“In the Passenger Seat” by K. Espinola

Submitted to Contest #209

It seemed that, even in death, Jared liked to drive. As Casey sat beside him, she told herself to keep her eyes on the road. Sometimes her brain liked to split in two: the mature side, with the good advice, and the lethally curious one that enjoyed, deep down, to be shocked. Now the mature voice was saying: Don’t fill your head with that crap. Looking will only upset you. But it was the other side that always took action. So she let her eyes wander to him, the man in the driver’s seat.Or was he a man? Casey didn’t always know how to cla...

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Author bio

I just love well-crafted stories. I’m always seeking to improve my own work and my concept of what language can do. I’m trying to get a chapter or story done every week! I am highly inspired by the writing styles of Donna Tartt, Leigh Bardugo, and Erin Morgenstern. My favorite books include: The Lightning Thief, Six of Crows, The Secret History, The Great Gatsby, Fahrenheit 451, Alice in Wonderland, On Writing, Left to Tell, and Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets.