Kate Mehaffey

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jun, 2020

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“Run.” by Kate Mehaffey

Submitted to Contest #55

It has been decades since that night, yet I can still remember the day I was brought here, to New Solas. It seemed too good to be true, which I knew meant it wasn’t, but all I could see was a beautiful shining city, with a government of honest, true men. It wasn’t until later I began to see it’s flaws, as I was patrolling the Destitute like I am now. I trudge past the poor; their teeth rotting, clothes reeking of sweat a...

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“Oxymorons” by Kate Mehaffey

Submitted to Contest #54

She gripped the paper in her hand, trying not to wrinkle it. You had to be picture-perfect if you want people to take you seriously, which meant her steel grey pantsuit was ironed, her straight brown hair was cut perfectly, right below her shoulders, and her red heels had no smudges. The hallway leading to the office was long, and she tried not to sweat as she walked under the fluorescents to the formidable oak door. She knocked confidently on the heavy door, then walked in with her head held high. “Ms. Harloe?” The wiry man b...

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“The Miracle of Alexis” by Kate Mehaffey

Submitted to Contest #52

The lights were flickering, buzzing, an insect-like sound. It bothered me that I was alone. I hated the eerie silence and pacing up and down the aisles looking for cream of mushroom soup only added to my stress. The emptiness cut to my bones, making goosebumps appear on my skin. I turned to leave when I heard it. A small, sweet coo. As I headed towards the sound, the coo turned into a wail, and there was no mistaking wha...

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“The Canyon of Great Heartbreak” by Kate Mehaffey

Submitted to Contest #51

The breeze danced through my hair as I walked along the canyon, wondering what kind of heartbreak could have caused such an astronomical fissure to break the earth. My footsteps echoed through the empty space, and I stopped, craving the silence of the wind. The footsteps continued, and a figure emerged out of the mist that suddenly surrounded me. “I’m sorry, ma’am, the park is closed.” “Yes, I know. ...

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