Kate Armentor

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Feb, 2022

Stories (8)

8 Stories

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“A Day as Sally Sunshine” by Kate Armentor

I remember going to bed in a worn out white T-shirt and slim, black leggings with dotted-line patterns on them. I woke up this morning in a yellow dress and pink-and-orange stockings. It took me a second to even realize, which was weird in of itself. My bed wasn't my bed anymore, but a double-decker with invisibly thin curtains and white cottony decoration on the top and bottom, giving a sort of cloud effect. The room around me was covered wall-to-wall in navy blue and white stripes. I looked to the side of my new bed to find two big, furr...

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“The Grand Escape 1 - Missing Moon” by Kate Armentor

"Well? Are you gonna take it or not?" My brother nudged me in the arm for the thirtieth time that day, probably the thousandth time he's done that in his life. I'm surprised that I've never lifted my sleeve to find a large bruise underneath. The numbness in my shoulder made it extra hard to hold the camera steady. "Okay, okay! Just leave me alone!" I knelt down before the Chinese wind bells and adjusted the camera in my grasp to get the perfect angle. I finally settled for a shot that barely cut off the bottom of the decorated paper, wit...

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“Grey-Mark” by Kate Armentor

This story contains mention of blood and mild violence. Read at your own discretion.The woods in the Elm Forest were muggy and cold. The wind whistled through the spiny leaves of the pine trees, while the oaks rustled and shook seemingly within the Cod Grey sky. The air itself seemed smitten in the cold and the muddle and the slowness. The few birds in the trees kept to themselves, and the one or two rabbits sat in the tall grass, nibbling its tips before retreating to their burrows. From the foggy depths of the woods, four small, nimble paw...

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“The Book of Misfortunate Shortcomings” by Kate Armentor

This story contains mentions of death. "Okay, so did you bring it?" Yes, I brought it. Do you want to sit down? "Sure! Right here on the back porch is fine. I brought cookies!" Okay, okay, settle down. Now, do you want me to start with this one, or that... You know my favorite! Start with that on Now now, if I start with your favorite, you're not going to look forward to anything. But, but...PLEASE?! I love that story so much, and you always tell it the best. I promise I'll let you read another one after we're done. No you're...

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“Those Who Lie Destroy the World, Those Who Lie Watch it Happen” by Kate Armentor

This story contains slight mentions of alcohol. I was sleeping on the hillside next to my parents' home when it first happened. I was pondering the answers to a game that my siblings and cousins were playing at the time. You see, our parents' idea of a family get-together was sitting outside on the back porch of one of our houses, drinking and laughing about the crazy neighbor around the block, or the stupid, irrelevant comment that grandpa had made some time ago. Since the parents rarely paid attention to us, the kids played our favor...

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“Queen of the Hearth” by Kate Armentor

Submitted to Contest #139

Hestia awoke to the sound of ringing bells. "Today's the Day" she thought as she danced to her wardrobe. From the very far left end of the closet she pulled out a purple-and-gold silk robe. She slid into the adorned coat like a snake who grew its new coat rather than shed for it. She made her way to the ruby-and-diamond studded mirror in the hall and set to work, combing her hair and applying her powders. Hestia made extra sure to align the brush carefully to her face, so that her face would look as smooth as a porcelain doll when she was ...

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“Time Follows” by Kate Armentor

I spent my last hours in New York staring at a clock. Not just any clock, though. To me, this clock was magic. My daddy was a peculiar man from a simple upbringing. Apparently he was the only one of his father's five children that wasn't a result of his infatuation with the workers on the farm. Because of this, my daddy had a hard time understanding why his brothers and sister would always be working in the field, or why his mama would tell him not to play with any of the children on the plantation. As he grew up, he started to promise h...

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“The Unfortunate Orphan” by Kate Armentor

Submitted to Contest #135

Oh, why did it have to be spiders? I apologize deeply, but if you are one of those individuals who find spiders interesting, cute, or, dare I say it, you love the little fanged, death carriers of the minuscule realm, than I have little more respect for you than an extraterrestrial being unable to fathom the simple act of flipping a coin. Apologies, allow me to introduce myself. Actually, I will not. My name, race, nor any other aspects of my personal life are of your concern. All you have to know about me is that I am currently on an expedit...

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Author bio

Hi, I am an aspiring writer who is still trying her hands at different genres and styles. I'm free to criticism of all kinds, from anyone experienced in the field. I'm currently writing to take my mind off work and stuff and to put out ideas that I've had for a long time. (I'm also a fairly common member of poetrynation, and I do post there as well, if you'd like to check that out.