K Lewis

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Aug, 2020

Stories (6)

6 Stories

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“The Game We Play” by K Lewis

Submitted to Contest #76

“So.” “So.” “This is the end then.” “Apparently so.” His fists clench and unclench as we look over the castle balcony at the armies preparing to fight. “Not sure I see the fuss, myself,” I say lightly. “Seems like a silly thing to get excited over.” Orvyn looks at me. His lips quirk at the familiar game; his hands freeze on unclench. “Yeah,” he says. “It’s not like red moons are rare or anything. What’s this one? Third in recorded history? It’s basically mundane now.” I smirk. “We could tell the diviners if we get a chance. Perhaps someone ...

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“Worthless Love” by K Lewis

Submitted to Contest #73

It starts with Eirlys buttoning up the final button on her dress and saying, “There is a visitor without.”“Without what?” Eirlys huffs. “Sorry. Who is it?”“My lord Iwan.”“Iwan?” Eirlys steps back and she turns. “Up here? That’s … odd.”“My lady-”“Aneira.”“My lady,” Eirlys says firmly. “Haven’t your parents permitted any male suitor to call on you?”“Only at the Christmas feast, and Iwan is hardly… Oh, never mind. Let’s find out.”So, Eirlys opens the door and Aneira lets her, having lost this fight long ago. True enough, her childhood friend is...

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“Time Between” by K Lewis

Submitted to Contest #63

By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire. With a sigh, I closed the door.“You know, if you don’t put that out, Mrs Evans will have a fit,” I said.Laura pouted. “They’re a trip hazard. You’re always saying you need to keep this driveway clear.”“‘Clear,’ I said. Not on fire. By my house.”“Spoilsport.”“And what happened to ringing the doorbell anyway?”“Eh. Life’s too short for doorbells.”She looked away then. I said nothing. She didn’t know that I knew. Hopefully, she never would.“Alright,” I said instead. “So, once we’ve put this...

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“An Understanding of Love and Hatred” by K Lewis

Submitted to Contest #61

Every day at 4pm, I see them, heading away from the primary school. The older one always nods, serious and sombre despite his teenage years; the younger one just waves. Once, you’d have said ‘start a conversation’, but you know that’s not me. Too many years alone, Al. Before and now.But maybe that’s why I don’t see it at first. I don’t know. I think it’s more that it starts slow. The older one, see, he walks tall and proud, but one day, he’s hunching. Just a little. Could be a bad day ('we all have those,' you used to say), but he does it th...

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“The Contested Death of Kathryn May” by K Lewis

Submitted to Contest #59

Ceri doesn’t get called into a case until the end of her first day. She learns later that this is good going: some jurors wait days to be called, if they’re called at all. But all she knows is that if she hadn’t been called, she might have chewed her arm off in boredom.The woman next to her, Leanne, is also called. “Thank God for that,” she says as they stand. “I was ready to chew my own arm off.”Ceri sniggers and, together, they walk to the usher.They’re both selected as jurors, but as Ceri’s sixth and Leanne is seventh, they don’t sit next...

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“Of Broken Things” by K Lewis

⭐️ Shortlisted for Contest #56

It was a stupid idea. It was stupid, it was illegal, and it went against all of her principles. “In fact,” she said as they stood outside the door, “I’ve changed my mind. You go. I’ll stay home and play video games.” “Really?” Nick said. “You’re ditching me here?” “Well, yeah. That’s what ‘changed my mind’ means.” “But this was your idea.” “I know,” she said, now fiddling with her jacket. “I think it was the alcohol talking. But you said you wanted to try. You don’t need me there.” Now, Nick looked embarrassed. “It’s kind of a weird ...

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Author bio

I like writing stories, short and long, in my spare time. One day, I might try doing something with them other than randomly entering competitions I see on the internet. Until then (and probably even after then), I'll have to stick at the day job, which has very little to do with creative writing (unless I'm doing it wrong).

Shortlisted 1 story ⭐️

Contest #56

Of Broken Things – read story