Karissa W

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Dec, 2024

Stories (4)

4 Stories

281 karma pts

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“The Smith” by Karissa W

Submitted to Contest #284

Cloaked in animal skins and darkness, a deformed and piteous creature hobbled around with a sword like a walking stick. Holding tightly to the grip in both hands, she seemed completely unable to stand on her own. The beast was certainly not the result of evolution, nor the product of a healthy mind. Her very existence looked difficult and pained—a blatant affront to the efficiency of nature, and a cruel denial of the easy existence of Man.This beast, neither animal nor human, but an abhorrent mix of the two, was covered in fur and as scruffy...

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“The Counter and the Coal” by Karissa W

🏆 Winner of Contest #281

Not even magical reindeer who fly are immortal, and Dasher and Dancer and Prancer and Vixen, Comet and Cupid and Donner and Blitzen were tales of Christmas mornings that had long since come to pass. Rudolph himself lived seventeen years: a respectable lifespan for the average captive reindeer. By no means a miracle. Unless such a reindeer was among the lucky few to be housed in the stalls of a certain, southern toy shop. These reindeer tended to be shorter-lived than most. Every Christmas, you see, a few of Santa’s reindeer would fall s...

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“Silent Film” by Karissa W

Submitted to Contest #280

“I didn't realize it was going to be so dark in here. And why is the theater so empty? You said the show starts at seven, right?”“Yeah, the screen should come on any time now. Since it’s a silent film from the 1920’s, it won’t have special effects. Or actors that anyone would recognize. Or music. Or ‘lemons,’ as they used to say. Most people would consider that a virtue, though.”“Isn’t the music your favorite part of a movie? That’s why you’re into all those old musicals?”“I do love musicals, yes.”“Then why aren’t we watching that one musica...

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“Play Aliens” by Karissa W

Submitted to Contest #279

A world away from the mundanity of everyday life. A world where no dull colors existed. No dreary, drizzly skies choked with smog. No empty-eyed roadkill at the side of the roads. No random wafts of sewage that smelled like Dad getting home from the factory. No creepy strangers who stared a bit longer than a five-year-old’s mind could explain.A world not ruled by predictable humans, but by a playful alien species, the leader of which smiled proudly on the lid of a pizza box. One of these boxes lay discarded in the midst of this incredible pl...

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Author bio

Aspiring writer still honing in my skills, I particularly like writing parables, children’s stories, and light-hearted humor.

Winning 1 story 🏆

Contest #281

The Counter and the Coal – read story