Kate Kilbee

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Feb, 2022

Stories (20)

20 Stories

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“Reveries, Dreams And The Talking Book” by Kate Kilbee

Submitted to Contest #141

I was feeling jaded. For the first time ever, writing held little interest for me. The steady flow of words I'd relied on for years had slowed to a trickle over the last few weeks and had now stopped. I'd tried everything I could think of to get the trickle to turn back to flowing again, word games, prompts, reading, lots of reading. I'd listened to happy songs, sad songs, even so-called true life songs but it was as if my brain was as dry as a desert. Also, I seemed to travel under a dark cloud lately and I felt like all my positive...

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“Gone” by Kate Kilbee

Submitted to Contest #140

Images. There are the ones in your dreams which are very vivid. People walk and talk in them but even whilst asleep you know they are not real. Then there are the ones made of paper, photographs, that you can hold in your hand that capture moments forever, like time standing still. Freeze frame. Neither of these are real because the people in them are not moving or reacting in real time. They are not aging or changing. You cannot hold a conversation with them, or laugh at their jokes. So there are times when images are not enough or can even...

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“The Coat” by Kate Kilbee

Submitted to Contest #139

With dust motes glinting in the sunlight all around her Becky was swamped by memories of when she had been a little girl. Straight ahead was the door frame where her height had been marked with a permanent marker every six months. She rubbed her fingers over the marks as if by doing so she could reach back to all those happy times in her past. She had just unlocked the front door and was standing in a deserted, dusty, yet oh so familiar house. All the furniture had been removed yet the outlines remained on the floor. It was devastati...

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“Fairground A-Z” by Kate Kilbee

Submitted to Contest #138

FAIRGROUND A-ZAbi was peering down into the deep blue water and then looking out at the deep blue sky, as if for the first time, stiffness in her neck, couldn't turn her head from side to sideB-b-balcony, that's where she was standing, her hands gripping tight to the railing, legs aching, her hotel room behind her, no maid as yet, bed sheets tangled, nightmares, tired and……...Clearing her mind and breathing helped in these foggy situations, when the words wouldn't come, that h...

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“Shiny Black Door” by Kate Kilbee

Submitted to Contest #137

Shiny Black Door Taking a deep breath she walked up to the shiny black door and knocked. There was no reply. She had known there wouldn't be as soon as she had seen his car wasn't there. She should go. Now. She had taken a very big risk by coming here. She thought that to see him, maybe touch him for the very first time in years and to hear his voice again, but this time in person, would heal the deep aching she felt for him. It was like a heavy weight that she couldn't put down but he wouldn't even answer her emails anymore. Her m...

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Author bio

Writer of poetry on Instagram and short stories on here. I run my own writing group, The WordSmiths where I'm the one providing the prompts! Took a while to get used to Reedsy doing it instead. "I write only because there is a voice within me that will not be still." Sylvia Plath, my favourite writer.