K.J. Dyer

Author on Reedsy Prompts since May, 2022

Stories (7)

7 Stories

188 karma pts

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“Time matters.” by K.J. Dyer

Submitted to Contest #154

Time truly only matters twice in one’s life. When you are born and when you die. For me, the former matters the most. I’m 1 minute and 39 seconds younger than my sister Mary and those two minutes condemned me to always being her younger sister.However, I’m not the baby of the family. That honor was bestowed on our brother Luke, by exactly 3 minutes and 14 seconds. Yes, my family boasts not one, but two sets of identical twins. The pecking goes; Mary then me, my brother Landon and then our baby brother Luke. Because of the time difference bet...

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“Just in time.” by K.J. Dyer

Submitted to Contest #154

NOTE: This story contains suggestive content, foul language, adult subject matter. Penny paced back and forth across her living room as police officers took statements from friends and neighbors, trying to determine the where-bout’s of her mother. “Where have you been? My mother has been missing since yesterday. I came home from school and she was just gone. I waited up all night for her and called you several times. This morning I called the police, they said she had to be missing for 24 hours before they could do anything and that she ...

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“The Underbelly” by K.J. Dyer

Submitted to Contest #153

Rays of summers gold softened, giving way to purple hues of dusk. Susan’s stealth placement of her steps made no sound in the dry underbrush. She inched closer, straining against the thick brush that engulfed everything around her. Her sweat absorbed into the leather grips of her weapon, making it slippery if she had to do combat. Branches pressed deeply into her exposed flesh, droplets of blood trickling from the wounds. Up ahead she could see the thinning of the foliage as the trail widened. As she hunted, she could not let her guard down ...

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“Sparks” by K.J. Dyer

Submitted to Contest #152

This story contains suggestive material and language.“I can see it now.”Carlos perched his mask on top of his head as the red faded to blue then to dark gray. The dime row bead on the metal was finally prefect. He had finally mastered the speed and feed of the material. Producing the perfect weld. Maybe even better than his brother Ricardo.Ricardo was a master welder and held the highest levels of certification. He was a respected member of the welding community and had won numerous awards. With all his achievements, he never could shake the...

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“Da Nile” by K.J. Dyer

Submitted to Contest #151

The wind wasn't blowing “Marilyn’s” skirt up, nor was it penguin cold. It was probably, seven to eight miles per hour, off the Pacific ocean in early spring. If you live in the Midwest, it was definitely still winter and you won’t need a Punxsutawney pampered rodent to tell you so.Here, in Southern California, February is not really winter and nor is it really spring. As the sun goes down the ocean sneaks in at the ankles and chills your bones. The wind was blowing in over the backs of the parents sitting in the stands, invading the game its...

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“Keep that thing alive and it makes all of us heroes.” by K.J. Dyer

Submitted to Contest #150

Note: This story contains graphic language.“Pa-please, don’t do it.” The creatures shrill cut through the musky electrified air.Pulsating needles shoot intense pain throughout the creatures flesh, 50,000 volts in milliseconds. Muscles tense, squeezing like tentacles wrapped around prey. Blood vessels pop, tiny droplets reach the floor just before the thud.“You didn’t have too. It wasn’t his fault, not his fault at all.”Heavy breathing from the giant could be heard in silence. The commands being screamed from all sided had stopped. Taking cov...

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“Another?” by K.J. Dyer

Submitted to Contest #149

The flash outlined the silhouetted as it stooped entering through the thick black wooden door. Shuttering the tempest like a muddy retriever. The twisted staff placed in the crux between the wall and the end of the bar. The wary travels’ body slumped onto the stool as outside drippings continued to plop to the floor. Long white knuckles clung to the edge of the bar, settling cold bones in place.“Welcome to the Hounds Tooth Pub, what can I get ya?”The bartender had already sized up his customer pouring a tall snout of whiskey into a tumbler.“...

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Author bio

Newly discovered interest, to better myself and treasure the full experience of my life through writing. Writing has helped me to discover more about myself in the last 4 months than the previous 4 decades.