Katelynn Laird

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jun, 2020

Stories (22)

22 Stories

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“Treasure” by Katelynn Laird

“You’re going the wrong way!” I rolled my eyes. “You’ve been going the wrong way for the last century and a half!” “Well, I didn’t ask you to tag along,” my prickly companion grouched back. She may not have asked for my presence, but was nonetheless unsurprised when we ran into one another. Quite literally. I’d been trudging contently down the remote game trail, which ideally would have led me to th...

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“The Truth About Tales” by Katelynn Laird

Many great storytellers have come and gone, each reimagining the classics and influencing entire generations’ perspectives on the “truth” of a tale, how a story should be spun. Each of these remarkable wordsmiths has managed to harness a subtle magic, introducing age-old epics to their latest audience. Walt Disney. Rick Riordan. Gregory McGuire. Edward Kitsis and Adam Horowitz. These will live on as masters of th...

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“The Fool's Con” by Katelynn Laird

Loki sneered around the large, crowded room with a mixture of amusement and a hint of pride. Where once fools were less than popular is the stories of man, many of their more charming characteristics now allured modern society. Suddenly prominent tricksters and mischief-makers were all the rage, an exclusive club that every side character, anti-hero, and walk-the-line rogue wanted to be a part of. He remembered b...

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“Waking up in Another World” by Katelynn Laird

A dim red glow shone through David’s eyelids as he regained consciousness. He lay flat on his back, the dense foliage soft beneath him. Finally, he pried his tired eyes open, blinking away the slight buzzing in his head. Sunlight filtered down through the green canopy above him and the quiet, familiar sounds of the jungle slowly reached his ears. It wasn’t quite where he expected to wake up. However, it was comfo...

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“Tell Me A Story” by Katelynn Laird

“Grandma, tell me a story,” the little girl pleaded. It was a familiar wish. At the age of six, she was insatiably curious. And her grandma always had the best stories. The best part, she insisted every one was true. The old woman nodded, settling down into the large easy chair in the living room and brushing her faded gray curls out of her face. “Alright, little one. Which story would you like to hear?” N...

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“Newsposition ” by Katelynn Laird

“This just in… Yes, we can now confirm that the US Air Force does not control the unidentified air craft that recently landed on the roof of the Staples Center.” “Government officials and local law enforcement are scrambling to control the scene outside the Staples Center in downtown Los Angeles as thousands stop to observe a strange metallic flying ship.” “No one seems to know where this craft c...

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“Lynn and the Dragon” by Katelynn Laird

It takes twenty-seven minutes to travel from my house to the train station. The cab driver is quiet. Maybe he senses the mire of tension spiraling through my mind. Maybe he’s just as shy as I am. I’ve always wondered if my desire to avoid human interaction actually kept people from approaching, if it was somehow written clearly across my face or if I had an atmosphere around me that just felt really uncomfortabl...

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“Unstuck Together” by Katelynn Laird

I tried not to shiver as cool air blew from the open car window across my bare shoulders. My companions in the back of the stretch limo all wore thick long sleeves beneath sharply tailored and secretly armored jackets. Black, of course. Did personal security wear any other color? Needless to say, sweat dripped from more than one brow. So, when the leader of the group, a young and maybe a little arrogant, man rolled...

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“A Door” by Katelynn Laird

Why did I even come in today? I think ruefully, staring out the front window into the rapidly disappearing parking lot. Evidently, I was the only one who thought blizzard was a slight exaggeration when I heard it on the radio this morning. We haven't had a bad snow storm in decades, so of course the one day the heavens decide to open up and dump icy white fury on our heads is the day I have the early shift. ...

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“Top Ten Things to Try Before I Toss Off” by Katelynn Laird

1. Have Fun Terminal cancer is probably the definition of not fun. So the first thing I have to try before I die is to have as much fun as possible. For me, that looks like doing all the things I held myself back from doing before, out of fear, out of embarrassment. Because now, what the hell do I have to lose? I’ve never played Twister before. Never with my cousins or classmates. Never with my...

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“On the Fifth Day of Christmas, My True Love Gave to Me…” by Katelynn Laird

The first time a guy got down on one knee and asked me to marry him, I was five years old. He was six. Max Wade, with his cherub dimples, encyclopedic knowledge of Saturday morning cartoons, and a slight lisp from an ironically missing set of two front teeth. He lived next door. Our families had been friends forever: backyard barbeques every summer, tandem camping trips or sledding excursions, and yes...

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“Reunion (Part 3)” by Katelynn Laird

The next song was back to the same pop garbage we’d been listening to before. Still, I kept in character and grinded against Michael. Slowly the others rejoined us on the dance floor. It wasn’t quite as much fun with everyone around us, especially having to watch Hailey molded to Daniel. But many more watched me, and I could almost imagine Ariana waiting to pounce and drag me away for a light-hearted interrogation. Nervo...

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“Passion Amongst the Pastries ” by Katelynn Laird

Butterflies fluttered against the walls of my stomach like the last leaves still clinging to the trees standing along either side of Main Street before the wind caught a straggler and it spun to the ground. It wasn’t that the Mountainside Holiday Fun Fest was our biggest event of the year. Or that this was my first year running our bakery’s booth solo. Or even that our title for the Fest’s Best Christmas Cookies (for the...

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“Love is Love” by Katelynn Laird

I didn’t notice the sky lightening at first. One moment, the air was inky blue so dark it was almost black and the only sounds were crickets and the occasional night creature scurrying to its bed at last. Then the next, the horizon began to simmer and the sounds of dawn stirred. Birds sang and flying insects rose, accompanied by an almost audible sigh, as if the entire earth were stretching awake. An irrational...

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“Reunion (Part 2)” by Katelynn Laird

(Part 2)I pulled up at Michael’s house at five after six. Trying not to wobble in the four-inch heels I wore, I made my way up to the door and rang the bell. At least in these shoes, Michael wouldn’t dwarf me. Normally, he was almost a foot taller than I was. A guy in kakis and a polo answered the door. Brandon, I assumed. “Hey, I’m Jess. Uh, is Michael here?” “Yeah, hey,” a voice called from behind Brandon. Michael walked up beside him in the doorway. In addition to his tux, he wore shiny black bo...

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Author bio

My name is Katelynn Laird. I've been writing seriously for about eight years, from songs to short stories to novels, even a bit of poetry. I hold a BA in creative writing and a teaching license in secondary English. Mainly, I just really like to write and entertain people, capture their imaginations. Storytelling is an underrated art. Books bring magic to the world.