Kai Moon

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jun, 2023

Stories (7)

7 Stories

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“Where Have I Seen You Before?” by Kai Moon

Submitted to Contest #271

Vynn was sitting at the counter of the bar, sipping whiskey and watching the people chatting and dancing. It’s something he’ll never have a chance to do. Chatting, mingling, and enjoying others’ company? To him, it’s nothing but an obstacle. All he needed to do was complete his missions smoothly, swiftly, without any interruptions. He was the smart guy, the one who carefully calculated everything before he made a move. Smart guys didn’t need any friends.As he was plotting his next plan, a man sat in the empty seat beside him. The stranger wa...

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“Rain of Time” by Kai Moon

Submitted to Contest #239

“Having trouble with those falling clocks? Are you worried that your umbrella might get destroyed? Then our Super Elastic Guardian is just for you! Unlike your usual umbrellas, this one is made of extremely durable material and can deflect the heaviest clocks during the Rain of Time! It can even protect you from your granny’s old cuckoo clock! Get your Super Elastic Guardian today at your local RainStop for 30% off!” The digital billboards were bursting with umbrella ads again. They always popped up at the beginning of the Rain of Time. They...

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“Miracia” by Kai Moon

Submitted to Contest #232

Sage walked and walked. He kept on walking, against the cold, against the blizzard. The footprints he left in the snow were soon covered up, and he could hear no sound except for his own. There was no sign of life around, not even a single plant or tree. It was as if he had come to a deserted place. The ruins of an apocalypse, perhaps. But he had to continue walking. His journey was his only purpose of living.  He exhaled a series of white breaths, his body shivering to retain at least a little bit of heat. He was struggling to keep h...

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“Evan Was There” by Kai Moon

Submitted to Contest #211

The fireplace was the only source of light in the dark living room with a wooden floor and wooden walls. Past the olive green sofa, past the round coffee table, past the mahogany-colored carpet. Eighteen-year-old Blake was sitting in front of the bright, flickering flames, wearing a blanket over his shoulders to keep himself warm from the cold of winter. He stared at the fire’s dance with blank, soulless eyes, his knees tucked close to his chest. His chestnut brown hair had grown long enough to reach his shoulders, and his red turtleneck swe...

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“Peace: The Soldier’s Dream” by Kai Moon

⭐️ Shortlisted for Contest #206

My older brother Dalton had a set of rules I needed to follow so that he could live in peace.  I was not to give him forks and knives. The only utensil he could use was a spoon, but it had to be a wooden one. He couldn’t handle metal objects. I was not to cook any dishes involving meat while he was around. He would throw up if he saw even a tiny piece of meat. I was not to leave him alone. I was not to turn the light off. Dalton would scream if his surroundings suddenly became dark. I was not to make loud noises. I would have to giv...

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“The Red Phone Booth” by Kai Moon

Submitted to Contest #203

John ran as fast as he could through the dark and cold night trying to swallow him whole. The barrage of raindrops soaked his jacket and jeans, and his hood wasn’t helping much, for the rain always had a way to attack one’s face, even with an umbrella. The water covering the ground like a plastic wrap dirtied his white sneakers with each splashing step he took. His breaths were becoming rapid and white. His eyes were locked onto the end of the alleyway, the colorful neon lights. He needed to escape this alley first. That was round one. Joh...

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“Scars and Songs” by Kai Moon

Submitted to Contest #202

“There it is! Another knockout by the mighty Gull!” The call of the referee resonated throughout the cobblestone square of the so-called Shantytown again. The audience cheered or groaned as the money they bet was collected by the winner of tonight’s fist fight. He was a slim but well-built man in his early twenties with dirty blonde hair and a scar on the left side of his face. The defeated fighter was much more muscular and gigantic, but for some reason, he could never win against Gull.  Gull bounced the bag containing his earnings...

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Shortlisted 1 story ⭐️

Contest #206
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