Karen Haggard

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Nov, 2019

Stories (6)

6 Stories

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“The Gentlemen's Club” by Karen Haggard

Submitted to Contest #126

I can't stop my hands from shaking. Hell, my entire body has been quaking for the last nine months, give or take. And the sour taste of bile rising in my mouth daily makes me want to vomit. The never-ending stress of this whole fucking thing will kill me before anything else does. I look at my face in the bathroom mirror, and I seem to have aged a lifetime in a few short months. How is that possible?I chose this Option, willingly. Foolishly. I chose to live a privileged version of a life I've never had instead of going to prison for twenty-t...

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“The Gentlemen's Club” by Karen Haggard

Submitted to Contest #56

I can't stop my hands from shaking. Hell, my entire body has been quaking for the last couple of months. And the constant sour taste of bile rising in my mouth makes me want to vomit daily. The never-ending stress of this whole fucking thing will kill me before anything else does. I look at my face in the bathroom mirror, and I seem to have aged a lifetime in a few short months. How is that possible? I chose this Option, willingly. Foolishly. I chose to live a privileged version of a life I've never had instead of going to prison for twent...

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“The Final Interview” by Karen Haggard

Submitted to Contest #42

So, here's my story. I went to college and earned myself a crisp, white, embossed piece of paper with an official stamp and crimpy seal on it that says, "You did it." Got that degree in Public Relations. I didn't let the door hit me in the ass. I flooded the big city with resumes and waited for the offers to come rolling in. And I waited. And waited. And nothing. That's when loser #1 entered my life. Names aren't necessary. A loser is a loser.* * *"Excuse me, are there any vending machines in the vicinity?" I asked. "I'm starving.""No, I'm s...

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“Some Boots” by Karen Haggard

Submitted to Contest #23

"Hey, babe, I'm gonna be late. Like really late. I don't know. This blizzard is crazy bad. I'm stuck on 95 in this super long line of traffic. I miss you too. Don't worry. What could possibly happen? You think there's a psycho out here in this shit? You're too funny. No, I can't see anything up ahead at all. Just a bunch of tractor-trailers and a few cars behind me. We're at a dead stop. Been like this for about an hour now. I'm gonna turn the car on and off every half hour, so I don't freeze my ass off and to recharge my cell. So I'll reach...

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“Black Friday” by Karen Haggard

Submitted to Contest #19

"How much is that chair?" barked a plump lady with flaming red hair. Tie some ropes on her and she'd float by in a Thanksgiving Day parade. And to boot, her attire resembled that of Ronald McDonald himself. I'm convinced she's Ronald's overbearing wife. She's the real creator of the famous burger combos, not him. She's working on one called the McBarf as we speak. I name her Rhonda. I'm only an hour into my Black Friday compulsory stint in my father's furniture store, and I want to leave. I'd rather have my toes nailed to the floor than deal...

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“The Cheating Jacket” by Karen Haggard

Submitted to Contest #18

The frayed denim jacket made its way to the "Donate" pile. She couldn't bear to have it around anymore. Not since the accident. Besides, it came from the Goodwill anyway. It fit his skinny five-foot-eight frame like a glove when he tried it on. He'd found that little green toy truck in the side pocket and said it looked like his green pickup. So, he got the jacket and kept the dumb toy. She hated his stupid old green pickup; it was a piece of junk. It was the truck's fault he died. Patting the pockets, she felt a lump. Reaching in, she pulle...

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Author bio

An avid reader and writer. My life gets in the way sometimes. Follow me on Booksie too: https://www.booksie.com/house-house-of-haggard-2168/content