Kat. L Haywood

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Apr, 2021

Stories (8)

8 Stories

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“I’d like my toaster back.” by Kat. L Haywood

Submitted to Contest #154

Apartment wanted. 35-year-old male. Freelance journalist. Friendly, quiet, often away for work. No pets. Great references. Available to move now. Can pay in advance. When Bed, Bath, and Beyond killed me off like a daytime drama actress with cluster B personality traits, Ken moved in. Three suitcases, two plastic tubs, and a desk lamp went...

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“Dear Harold” by Kat. L Haywood

Submitted to Contest #147

“Come on, Harold. One more spoonful. You’ve got a busy day ahead.” The woman says, and again I wonder, with fleeting familiarity, who is Harold and what cause he has to be so damn busy. But the thought becomes unsteady, teetering, before it slides into the abyss of stray thoughts that never seem to gain purchase. Then I’m a drop in a pond of the half-imagined, and everything beyond that is grey and unimportant.

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“Inches and milestones” by Kat. L Haywood

Submitted to Contest #140

Muscle memory told me to make eggs. To fry bacon and grill fresh sliced tomato. To catalog the remaining staples and begin my rounds of weekly linen exchange. But mundane routine had no place in our house that morning, even if every fiber of my being said otherwise. The enormity of change sat like a weight on my chest. Shallow breaths and stinging eyes. I could not shy away from it. From some fathomless ab...

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“The Berman Family Picnic” by Kat. L Haywood

Submitted to Contest #139

March 22nd. The Berman's annual family picnic. Compulsory for those with any measure of blood or marital tie to my family, and any attempt at truancy draws my mother's wrath, Helen Berman, a fate worse than death. My cousin had an emergency appendectomy just days before the big event a few years ago. My mother dragged her out of the hospital in a wheelchair, IV pole still attached. If my family's mandatory gatheri...

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“Cat Burglar with a Moral Compass” by Kat. L Haywood

Submitted to Contest #136

When I was 6, I wanted to be a zookeeper. Upon my brother's insistence that penguin poo could only be removed with bare hands, I opted for a career change. At 10, I was set on becoming an Olympian. That was before my sister wrestled me off the bed for touching her Ballerina Barbie. I shattered my wrist and my dreams of pole-vaulting for gold. By 15, I got smart and opted for a line of work beyond sabotage...

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“Hoarding Secrets” by Kat. L Haywood

Submitted to Contest #135

My Uncle Bart was mad. And a hoarder. I'd been convinced for years that his neglected mental health would be what dragged me back to his dilapidated house and into his troubled life. I never once considered a freak avalanche of real estate magazines, could do it too. "Take the next left and a right at Hendricks." My sister, Layla, rotated the street map for the third time. I smirked and took a right. I cou...

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“The Heartless and the Solitary” by Kat. L Haywood

Submitted to Contest #134

Thana let out a belch and slammed her empty tankard to the benchtop. A table of men at her right chuckled, then grew quiet at her pointed stare. Most knew better than to even cast a look her way, but drink made men brave. Thana didn't. Thana made men edgy and curious. Their instincts at war with their better judgment. Ordinarily, she enjoyed watching the battle play out behind their eyes. Enjoyed observing the sl...

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“Pan's Messenger” by Kat. L Haywood

Submitted to Contest #87

The messenger fluttered her iridescent wings as she hopped from foot to foot, waiting, as all of those who had gathered were. Malafawn lent against the great throne, hewn from the most ancient of the forests Weeping Willow’s. The deep fissures of its bark prickled at his hide, his thoughts astray as he considered the tremendous potential of the day if only he could escape the formalities of Pan’s court. A softness came o...

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Author bio

Writing isn't my full-time profession or hobby. It's a full-blown, god-awful obsession that keeps sleep at bay every night. My stories are largely a by-product of living in my own head - not a destination one travels to lightly. Yet the risky road has delivered two completed books, one of which I procrastinate editing every single day. I hope you enjoy my short stories, the procrastination enablers.