Karen Leidy

Author on Reedsy Prompts since May, 2022

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“Destiny's Sacrifice” by Karen Leidy

Destiny’s Sacrifice The pain and despair she felt bleed from the deepest recess of her soul; a void that could not be filled, cleansed, erased, or eradicated; always consuming, growing, gnawing, overwhelming her. In a state of semiconsciousness, she bleakly, deliberately, sullenly, slipped into the kitchen and retrieved the sharpest carving knife from the ...

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“Forewarned” by Karen Leidy

Forewarned“I can’t believe we’re arguing about this!” Brad Sutton cried. “You said you understood and wouldn’t do it again!”He and his wife Margaret were standing in the kitchen. It was six-fifteen in the morning. He was wearing a robe, she in her pajamas. Coffee audibly dripped into the large glass pot.“Please, please, please don’t preset the coffee maker to switch on at 6 a.m.,” Brad vehemently added.“Give it a break. Will you give it a break?” Marg...

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“Ensuing Fortune” by Karen Leidy

Ensuing Fortune Here we were at PPF (past, present, future) revelations. Okay, it was basically just another fortune teller’s parlor. Why and how did we end up here, you ask? Well... It was our night out. There are four of us. We’re all nurses, working at the same hospital. Once a month we enjoy one evening of freedom from our husbands, kids, responsibilit...

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“Miracle Dead Ahead” by Karen Leidy

Miracle Dead Ahead            He’d been driving for quite some time on a rural road that seemed to go on forever. Mature crops—corn, wheat, alfalfa, soybeans—covered the undulating valley on both sides of him. The resplendent sun was high in the sky. Elongated cumulus clouds hugged the horizon. Both of his front windows were open, and the scent of fresh-cut grass h...

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“The Purging Pond” by Karen Leidy

The Purging Pond: An Aquatic Odyssey I was profusely sweating. Severely dehydrated. Wholly depleted of energy. Hiking for over an hour in the southwestern desert at midday in August will do that. No, I am not a masochist. I do not enjoy pain and suffering. Just the opposite: I am a dyed-in-the-wool hedonist.

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“Schedule of Doom” by Karen Leidy

Schedule of Doom           I sat down at my desktop computer at 6:10 a.m. with a mug of coffee, “woke” it up, scrolled down to the last thing I’d been working on—and saw something that made me gasp and fall back in my chair.           “Please don’t do it,” I heard myself say.           I shook my head to ...

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“The Harrowing Path” by Karen Leidy

The Harrowing Path Other than the peculiar, transitory, flickering amber light that I beheld prior to my bicycle ride (it danced in the air at the threshold of the trail), there was no warning, no foreboding, no premonition of the trials and tribulations in store for me on that crisp, blustery day. The spurious, minacious stygian clouds coursed across the skies wi...

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“Notes of Conversion” by Karen Leidy

Notes of Conversion Erwinn Metzger climbed out of his car on Central Avenue in Dothington this blustery March afternoon, stared plaintively at the empty rubicund brick high-rise in which he and his deceased mother used to live. Their flat had been situated on the top floor at the end of the hallway, one which had afforded them a picturesque, panoramic view of the o...

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“S.A.D.” by Karen Leidy

S.A.D.           Celeste and Koen Tazro sat placidly in the quiet darkness, waiting for the lights to return in the movie theatre as the credits slowly descended on the spacious screen.           “What did you think about it?” Koen asked.           “I really liked it,” Celeste answered. “What about you?”<...

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“The Onerous Journey” by Karen Leidy

The Onerous Journey I had been peregrinating for four days through the western wilderness, and the weather remained unusually mild for this geographical location. This is a cleansing journey to wash away all remnants of my past and my miserable, innumerable failures. Literally everything I ever attempted to accomplish deteriorated—not just a tiny sample of persona...

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Author bio

D. Lite resides somewhere in the cosmos with her beloved pets. She enjoys writing, reading, animals, exercise, action movies and conversing with all life forms. She has been writing since the beginning of time, and she will continue until the end.