Karen Corr

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jul, 2023

Stories (18)

18 Stories

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“Beyond the End of the Road” by Karen Corr

Submitted to Contest #209

   Jonathan entered the Texaco gas station and took a place in line at the cash register while Rico pumped gas into their white Chevy Equinox at a Shell station two blocks away.    "No one will give you a second look," Rico told him. "You're an old white man of average height with the same half-bald shiny head as the man behind you. You all look alike to the rest of us."    Rico had laughed at his own joke. He was a wild spirit, at least half-Latino, with a full head of thick black hair....

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“The Magical Kiss” by Karen Corr

Submitted to Contest #208

Callie thought she should have been happy. She was at a party with all her friends. Robert was here. He winked when he caught her looking his way. Her best friend Taylor was floating across the white carpet, bringing her a drink the same lemon color as her dress, and most importantly, she had recently defeated her enemy. What?"What's wrong, girl? I'm not seeing your smile. You're always smiling," Taylor told her."Am I? That doesn't seem quite normal. Even the happiest of people don't smile all of the time."Taylor laughed and turned to w...

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“Table 17” by Karen Corr

Submitted to Contest #207

Elmo's on the Lake was packed by 6 pm Friday, and the staff was already rushing to fill their guest's orders.Crash!Celeste lost control of a tray of drinks. Beer, wine, and margaritas toppled onto the floor into a heap of foaming liquid, ice, and broken glass."Go reorder the drinks. I'll clean this mess," said Sarie as she grabbed the broom, dustpan, and a mop.She was hostess for the night, dressed in her best black evening gown, and hoped she didn't look too much like a witch as she swept up the muddle with the broom. There was someone comi...

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Author bio

Writer of uninspiring poetry and fair-to-middling prose. Creator of improbable worlds. When it's cold I write beside the fireplace, but there's a back porch with a summer chair for whenever it's warm enough for squirrels, chipmunks, birds and insects to distract me. My family resides on the other side of my pen—but for them, I'd be forever lost in my muddles of words. “Every storm runs out of rain." -Maya Angelou "A word after a word after a word is power." -Margaret Atwood "All that you touch you change. All that you change, changes you." -Octavia Butler "Above all else, guard your heart, for it affects everything you do." --Proverbs 4:23

Shortlisted 1 story ⭐️

Contest #214
The Uninvited – read story