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Kaitlyn Wadsworth

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Feb, 2022

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The Missing One

Submitted to Contest #271

Mention of blood, gore, death, drugs, mild reference to sex.Veronica's tear-stained face told a tale as she stared out the Women's Hospital window. She looked at her distended tummy. Nine long months to finally see her little Fleur, and now her arms were empty. Fleur had breathed for a minute and then died in her arms after the elective C-section. She couldn't be resuscitated. Veronica refused to let them take Fleur away, but after holding her for a day and a half, her husband Gerrard convinced her to let her go, to move on. Move on with wha...

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The Perfect Anna

Submitted to Contest #271

Stacey slammed the door of her flat and headed down the road to the bus stop. The reverberation did nothing to dissipate her anger. Greg hadn't given her the main part in their next play! She had received so much praise for her current role in a modern re-enactment of Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet. They’d called it Roman and Julia. Stacey knew her lines back to front and inside out. How could Greg pass her over for the lead in the next play? He offered her something else, but what? Probably demoted to the cast! Well, he could stick that ide...

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Brenda's Story

Submitted to Contest #270

Introducing Myself.My mother taught me this recipe for having great friendships. “Brenda,” she’d say, “the best way to have friends is to be a friend. It’s all up to you.”Take two heaped cups of patienceOne heartful of loveTwo handfuls of generosityA dash of laughterA headful of understandingSprinkle generously with kindnessAdd plenty of trust, and mix wellSpread throughout a lifetimeServe this sunshine into the lives of othersAnd however much you give awayYou will always have plenty.I wrote it into my diary and read it from time to tim...

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Magical Music

Submitted to Contest #269

Everyone has times when, like Sliding Doors in the movie by that name, something magical happens, and a new path is forged in an altogether different direction than one believed possible.Such a moment occurred when I turned ten. Factors did lead up to it. Looking back afterwards, I could scarcely believe how someone's quick thinking and generosity could make such a difference in my life.I had been assigned to do a Bible Reading and had been practicing and practicing. When the day came for me to read it, I was ill. Because I had always been r...

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Days of Past's Future

Submitted to Contest #268

Roland sat on a chair inside the door of his brother-in-law’s home, his legs straight out and arms folded. He didn’t have to wait long. Tatenai burst in. Roland had never seen him so furious. “This outrage is unforgivable! Rosheen is devastated. You’ve left your poor sister, a widow.” He trembled, his face red and twisted.Roland glared at him like a lord to a wayward villein. “Yes, she’s a widow. Her child’s father is dead. But if you thought I couldn’t avenge my sister and protect her from being manacled to such a monster, you know not...

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Secrets and Lies

Submitted to Contest #267

My name is Esmarelda, which means emerald—Esmae for short. It’s not my real name, though I have green eyes. Long ago, at my birth, my mother died. My father, already blessed with a son and daughter, witnessed it. He blamed me for her demise. His enraged reaction was to have me exposed - left to die. This act of his, the belief that I was a curse, left a deep scar on my heart.My midwife, Morag, saved me. Saving a baby should never include rescuing from exposure. First, she lied about preventing my death. She only revealed this truth when...

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The Protagonist's Beef

Submitted to Contest #266

Attention Kaitlyn,I have a beef with you, but not of the bovine kind.I can't even say who I am because you changed my name so many damn times during my character arcs. And it's not because I clamour from the wings to be in the limelight. You created me, and instead of casting me as a true hero, you gave me all these character flaws and foibles. In fact, I don't know who I am anymore despite trying to rise above the defective personality you cast me in. You put me into impossible situations in which you think you know how I will react. Agains...

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His World is Rocked

Submitted to Contest #263

Algernon Forbes' office entrance had locked, double steel doors and high frosted and barred windows. The perfect place for online surveillance and spying. Forbes sat at his desk in this dim basement office, scrutinizing his computer screen. With his cold eyes, square jaw, and hollowed cheeks, he commanded a mixture of fear and respect. Before him, a dozen staff worked diligently, staring at their computer screens - a cacophony of clicking and clacking on keyboards, the only sound until Algernon spoke loudly and imperiously."That Melissa, our...

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My Summer Holiday - Frozen, Fried, and Frazzled

Submitted to Contest #262

At Christmastime in December 1975, our town became unusually cold. No, I didn't misunderstand the prompt. It's summer. The lead-up to Christmas Eve had been warm. This is common for the Southern Hemisphere, where summer falls towards the end of the year, and a traditional Christmas dinner is often an outdoor barbeque. But a cold snap can happen with our oceanic climate, especially near the coast. Unfortunately, we planned to go camping and anticipated the usual steamy December.Our mother spent several days packing. Our entourage consisted of...

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Her Eulogy - Diary of a Grateful Lady

Submitted to Contest #261

The third of the calends of April in the year 1032, being the 32nd year of the reign of King Henry 1On the afternoon of my ride to the top of the hill, our hill, while Morag, my aunt, mother, maid, and friend (my everything), cared for my beautiful twins, Roland (your namesake) and Anna, I remembered the fateful day I met you. I regret my rudeness and cruelty at the time. Still, if I had not cursed you, you might never have risen to be the saviour I needed, the one whose self-sacrifice and courage have enabled my return to this blessed place...

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Suspicious Partners

Submitted to Contest #260

Percy Smart formerly lived alone in a palatial home left to him by his deceased parents. He is unmarried. Now, he shares his secure residence with an interesting houseguest named Adam. At least, that’s his cover story.He works on the design team for the game Fortnite at Epic Games. His brilliance in the field is only surpassed by his ability to play the game. As a player, he’s ‘cracked’ and sought after for team play. ‘Cracked’ means he is a dominant and skilled player.He is also a successful businessman, almost up with Tim Sweeney, the foun...

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Marcus and the Trip of a Lifetime

Marcus Trent caught a taxi to the airport after leaving his daughter Victoria. He had been so happy to attend her exhibition and be overwhelmed by the prolific and varied works on display the night before. His appreciation for the abstract and his daughter’s past had increased above and beyond. Many natural scenes from her life, either picture-perfect or abstract, and paintings of the people she had met along the way, assaulted his senses as he viewed them.She hadn’t expected him to attend. It surprised them that her aunt and uncle had volun...

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The Audition - Being Anna

Stacey slammed the door of her flat and headed down the road to the bus stop. The reverberation did nothing to dissipate her anger. How could Greg not give her the main part in their next play! She had received so much praise for her current role in a modern re-enactment of Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet. They’d called it Roman and Julia. Stacey knew her lines back to front and inside out. How could Greg pass her over for the lead in the next play? He offered her something else, but what? Probably demoted to the cast! Well, he could stick th...

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Tenuous Teamwork

Submitted to Contest #256

Mention of Sexual ViolenceVikky went shopping with Aunt Ruth after school on Thursday. Aunt Ruth chattered excitedly. You’d have thought young Thomas had asked her to be his girl at the school prom. This shopping trip seemed exactly like Ruth’s cup of Earl Grey. Yet, she appeared as overlooked as a solitary ham sandwich in comparison with a plate of tasty hors d’oeuvresHer niece, Vikky, stole the show. She commanded attention from the razor-sharp cut of her long black bob, her crisply pleated miniskirt and knee-high socks, to her chunky, bla...

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Desperate Times, Desperate Measures

Rosheen of Saelmere CastleWhen Rosheen arrived home at Saelmere, the same sunny afternoon she had first met Lord Roland, trouble brewed. She had escaped her servant, yet again. Morag met Rosheen at the door to her rooms. Hands on hips, she scolded, “I know about your conduct. It’s for your safety to have a servant with you, Rosheen. Your independence is folly. I know by your face, something happened!”The girl looked down her face hot. " Morag, don’t fuss. I rode to the hill and back.” “What hill? We don’t have a hill.”“The hil...

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