Kate Widrow

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jan, 2020

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“Already Dead” by Kate Widrow

Submitted to Contest #58

The power was out. I groaned and slammed my phone into the couch I had been lounging on. It was summer and everyone blasting their ACs probably caused a power outage. I got up from the purple velvet couch and walked out of the living room. “Dad! Can you call the power company!” I yelled into what seemed like an empty house. My words echoed off the walls. The eerie silence sent a tingle through my back. “I’m doing it right now! Go check the electrical box first.” My dad replied. Also yelling. My dad had always said a man had to learn to ta...

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“Love Stuck” by Kate Widrow

Submitted to Contest #58

I had packed everything into a garbage bag. I had spent the night sifting through memories. Our memories. But now it is over. We are over. He would be here soon. He would stand there in the doorway. Handsome as ever. But now he would not embrace me. He would not kiss me. He would not tell me how much he loves me. He would just grab his stuff and leave. I am having a hard time grasping that it is done. I still wanted him. I still needed him. But well, I guess it was not meant to be. I wasn’t finished yet. I still have t...

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“Confidence Is Key” by Kate Widrow

Submitted to Contest #25

Let's get this straight, I hate this self help crap. Nothing in this God forsaken world can save my cursed soul. This is exactly why I don't understand how I got myself into this situation. I stand face to face with the spines of self-help books. Cutesy self-help section bullshit. But, this is besides the point. This whole situation started about four hours ago. When I wake up, my tired eyes try to focus in my dark apartment. I get up from my daybed. My feet touch the cold wooden floorboards. They creak under my toes. I feel like the w...

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“Woman In Red” by Kate Widrow

Submitted to Contest #24

In the restaurant, I sip my cold iced tea, the condensation running down my hand. The temperature is 95 degrees fahrenheit. So, the cold liquid feels refreshing as it slides down my throat. My eyes slowly drift above the edge of my menu. I glance at a tall woman with black, straight hair. She is wearing an off the shoulder, slim, red dress. She has on red stilettos with red studs covering the surface area. I'm here for her but not like you'd think. She is my target. I have been looking for her for months. I have been all around t...

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Author bio

I am a young aspiring writer. I want to improve with every work I make. I love constructive criticism as it brings attention to my weak spots in my writing. Thank you for reading my stories!