Katelyn Sherwood

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Oct, 2019

Stories (5)

5 Stories

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“Short-Term” by Katelyn Sherwood

Submitted to Contest #31

The warm soil wrapped around her pink and green floral printed gloves. Traces of dirt could always be found hidden in the small crevices and wrinkles across its old surface; they were well hidden, but always there. The old woman worked painstakingly to keep her gloves and her small garden in the green house looking pristine, though these traces couldn’t be reached. Dots of sunlight filtered through her faded pink sun hat and splattered across her arm as she worked at digging up a stubborn root reaching under the earth’s surface toward the fr...

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“Their First Winter” by Katelyn Sherwood

Submitted to Contest #17

“Thomas, come here and add this log to the fire.” His speech was cut off with a big resounding cough.“But father, I’m cold and tired.” I squeaked out. I was always cold, but I knew that if I stood up, the tiny spot of warmth that came from curling up next to my sleeping mother would be gone. My legs shook at just the thought of crawling off the mattress and making my way across our tiny house my father build a few weeks earlier. He looked at me from his position of the other side of my mother and gave me a strange smile that looked...

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“Meet Me at the Edge” by Katelyn Sherwood

Submitted to Contest #16

Walking through the back streets of New York, the man glanced around and behind him nervously. He swore he had seen the same three guys strolling or leaned against a wall for the past 4 blocks. He had been warned of rising gang activity ever since the Prohibition started, but he didn’t expect to get mugged on his first day. He lowered his head and walked a bit faster. His new apartment was only another block away, but they were starting to close in, and he wasn’t sure if he could make it inside before they got to him.Out of nowhere, a young ...

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“The Murder of Mrs. Smith” by Katelyn Sherwood

Submitted to Contest #12

“Did ya hear about what happened at the Smith’s house last night?”The man sat on the side of the road; he was the town beggar, with a tin can in his hand. He sat in the same spot every day, so the gossiping women of town forget he sits there and gossip away. It was the only type of entertainment the man would get through the long days.“No, ah didn’t hear anythin’, but ah didn’t see Mr. Smith out mowin’ his lawn this mornin’ an' he always mows on Thursdays.”“Well,” the first woman leaned forward, tongue wagging like a dog’s tail at the smell ...

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“My Childhood Room” by Katelyn Sherwood

Submitted to Contest #11

I remember it like it was yesterday. The over-imagination of a child filling in the gaps of a broken reality with a glittery world and sparkly people who wanted nothing more in life than to be your friend. It was behind the brown couch in the front room, etched into the wall. I found it when my parents first started fighting during the day. It was also the same time when my dad first started drinking during the day. I crawled behind that big ugly thing searching for comfort and silence, but found something wonderful.A hole, small enough just...

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