Karen Piagesti

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jan, 2020

Stories (5)

5 Stories

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“Love is free!” by Karen Piagesti

Submitted to Contest #52

'What about this one?' I ask shyly, as I slip out of the changing room. I am not used to all this fuss - all about me - and it makes me feel like I am blushing furiously all the time. Or at least like I should be! This one was gorgeous. Slinky, soft as silk (maybe it is? I don't know, I don't know much about haute couture after all!) and just so beautiful, it made me feel like a bride. Which is what I am actually about to be! Crazy times, and I would never have planned it this way, but it just happened. I felt so at home with him. I felt ins...

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“In my End, is my Beginning” by Karen Piagesti

Submitted to Contest #42

The fig squelched between my teeth, releasing its soft flesh and thousands of little seeds onto my tongue. It was a taste and texture experience I couldn't get enough of, so vastly different from anything I had ever known. Like a rainbow explosion of colour for my mouth, it tempted my senses into places I had never known existed. It was exquisite, a joy so deep it made me feel like weeping.You see, my world started out grey. I was born in a world of grey, of sludge and cold with the smell of firewood lingering in the air around me. I lived i...

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“Love” by Karen Piagesti

Submitted to Contest #32

It goes without saying. Every last Thursday of the month, come rain or shine, we meet at the bus stop for a stroll along the little quay. Sometimes we will remember to bring a slice of bread to break up for the swans, who will scramble along hurriedly to be the one to get the most; and other times one or both of us forget, or have been too rushed, or distracted. The swans would look at us expectantly on those days...but that would quickly turn to resignation, those clever swans - which always left me feeling a little guilty. Susan...

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“The Little Village” by Karen Piagesti

Submitted to Contest #27

They gathered together, these people of the dawn. The ones that rose with the Sun, and set with it too. Farming was a hard labour for little reward, but it was a necessity of life. Without it, they would have no purpose to their lives, and they would likely starve not only themselves, but some of the general population too. Neighbouring towns relied on their crops, without wheat there would be no bread. And the crops would not tend to themselves. And so there was no kindness or gentleness of life to these hardy people, just the reality of a ...

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“A Mother's Love” by Karen Piagesti

Submitted to Contest #26

He shivered as the night drew in. With the darkening skies, street lights became friends but also enemies - with them he was blinded by what lay outside the frame they cast, but without them he felt alone. He bit his lip as he pondered how he had managed to get here. But he knew. The rain drifted down lightly, like snow, but with a cold drenching that just seemed unrelenting.He decided to walk tonight, to see how far he could get before he spotted a family that looked like his might have. If he had kept on with it, and not run off. The dark ...

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