Karen Estep

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Mar, 2021

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“Lessons” by Karen Estep

Submitted to Contest #102

If all the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players, I have a production for you. Hi. My name is Stella and I will be the main character of this, well, story or play, if you will. I am the six year old counterpart of Rosie, or so I am called when I am fourteen. Now Rosie is the fourteen year old counterpart of YaYa which is older, much older. The plot of this story is a timeline of significant events that formed who YaYa is today. No, we are not separate personalities or anything lik...

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“God in the Sunshine” by Karen Estep

Submitted to Contest #99

It was the darkness that really bothered her. She understood the solitude, but not the darkness. Four days in dark solitude and already she was questioning her choice to join this commune of people. You can do this, You can do this. These words became her montra. She only had three days to go and she will be a sunshine member of the group. The Reality of Life Commune was a blessing to Regina, for what she knew so far.She had been living in the city for two years on her own and still could not...

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“A Mouse Tale” by Karen Estep

Submitted to Contest #91

“The last time we did this, Harold, the humans set out the loud traps. They think they are so smart, those humans do; putting cheese or peanut butter on that board so we will try to eat it, then SNAP, you’re dead. I don’t like those traps, Harold. Why, we lost Uncle Ediie to one a few months ago. That mean lady with the glasses just picked him right up in that trap and threw him in the trash can. I don’t want to die like that, Harold, and if you go looking for food, that’s what’s going to happen.” “For goodness sake, Evel...

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“The Carving Tree” by Karen Estep

Submitted to Contest #90

…”you know, I was here the day they planted this tree. It was 1965. I was five years old and my momma brought me here to this piece of ground. This park wasn’t here at the time, it was just a grassy area here by the bayou. The family of Benny Boudreaux planted this oak tree in his memory. Mr. Benny, that’s what everyone called him; he was the kindest man I ever knew. He and his wife, Ms. Celia lived right over there in that small house on the hill. Of course, the house didn’t look like that back then...

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