Kaitlyn Hardee

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Aug, 2019

Stories (5)

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“September 21st” by Kaitlyn Hardee

Wednesday September 11thDear journal,Today Ms. Alberts told me I should start journaling. (That’s my new therapist btw.) She said I can do a virtual journal so I’m going to type this on my phone. So hi I guess. My name’s Vivianne Dowling. I’m a junior at East Cid High. This is stupid. And I’m not sure what else to sa...

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“Hell Always Needs More Angels” by Kaitlyn Hardee

Friday, April third, was the first day Cora lied to Hannah.Cora twisted her ring around her middle finger, only stopping when the oven timer went off. She pulled open the oven door and was greeted by the awful, stifling heat. It needed more time. She needed more time. She shut the oven and returned to her seat at the kitchen table. She grabbed a handful of trail mix and shoved it into her mouth.‌ The taste of salt made her wish she didn’t stress eat. Cora wiped the sweat off her forehead and absentmindedly skimm...

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“Salty” by Kaitlyn Hardee

My eyes were pricked with sharp tears. I stared down at the dirt and watched tiny puddles form from the raindrops. My mouth tasted like salt. I wiped my nose on my sleeve and pulled my arms tightly across my chest. My eyes burned with tears and my hair stuck to my forehead in clumps. “Elle!” Liz popped her head out and yelled over the splatter of the rain, “come inside. Please.” ...

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“Violets” by Kaitlyn Hardee

“Are you telling me the truth?”‌ Through the corner of my eye I could see him staring at me, trying to detect any flick of my eyes or scratch of my nose that would tell him I’m lying. I felt sick. I turned to him and held his stare.“Of course I am,”‌ I smiled at him and pulled my hands out from under the table. I set them politely on the tabletop, careful not to cross my arms or...

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“The Heroine and Heroin” by Kaitlyn Hardee

A man hunched over in the darkness, balancing his hand on a park bench to keep from falling over as he vomited. His outline glowed under the pale street light, he was so skinny. He wiped off his mouth and took a swig of whatever was in his flask to wash down the taste. I stood a few yards behind him and refastened my gloves. The wind was cold and ruthless and broke through my skin in little bursts through the tiny hole in the back of my jacket. That’s what I get for buying ...

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Author bio

Hello, my name is Kaitlyn. I write short stories and occasionally novellas. Common themes in my books include: LGBT characters, mental illness (depression, anxiety, and eating disorders are most common for me), also ideals of Catholicism and its opposer, satanism, will sometimes appear. Finally, a warning: some of my works will involve mature or potentially triggering themes, such as suicide, self-harm, racism (rarely), sex, drugs, and violence.