Kathleen Spencer

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Dec, 2022

Stories (9)

9 Stories

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“The Maintenance Man ” by Kathleen Spencer

Submitted to Contest #239

The black hole had exploded from inside out. Instead of sucking everything into it, it propelled dead stars, stardust, asteroids, meteors, and tornado like storms into the milky way. They were the leftovers of days long gone, but now they caused a domino effect that would set time and space off kilter. As the biggest dead star hit the sun causing an even bigger explosion which not only killed the sun, but sent Mercury, M...

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“Going Home” by Kathleen Spencer

Submitted to Contest #234

A black crow sat on the roof of an old Victorian house. The wind was blowing, while snow was drifting across the rooftop, and still the crow did not move. The old bird sensed someone, or something inside the house was still there, if not in body, but in spirit moving about, restless, refusing to leave. Angie sighed, “I cannot find it. The box… where is it?” George’s present to her. She had misplaced it years ago. ...

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“The Odd One” by Kathleen Spencer

Submitted to Contest #222

The old bat laughed wickedly, “That is not right! Do it again!” Allen remounted the old bicycle and pedaled fast down the grassy hillside in the country. Lightning struck the kite’s tail, and electricity ran down the line to the back of his bicycle’s seat, briefly shocking him, as it jumped to the other end of the line and made its way to the old generator in the witch’s cottage. Lights in the witch’s house and te...

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“Please Don't Forget Me” by Kathleen Spencer

Submitted to Contest #218

A howling wind outside the mansion did nothing to get rid of Caroline’s anxiety, as she stumbled over something cold and clammy and not moving. - A body, not breathing, dead, or so she thought. She crawled away from it, whimpering, touching the wall. She curled up in fetal position. A voice from somewhere in the room said, “You’ll be next, young one,” laughing wickedly like an old witch in some made up fairy tale from lo...

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“The Pure At Heart” by Kathleen Spencer

Submitted to Contest #217

Others’ stories might start with the night being dark and deary, but if you think this is where this story is heading then you are dead wrong. The night was bright and sunny. Yes, the main character, the brave warrior, I will call him, Cameron, was anything but tall and handsome. Cameron was short, and cute, skinny, wore glasses, and stuttered when he spoke. He lived in Alaska, where everything that could eat him lived. ...

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“A Wish Fulfilled” by Kathleen Spencer

Submitted to Contest #215

Thunder howled not from the dark cloudy sky, but from the gigantic, deformed catfish in the water beating and thrashing the cliffs with its human hands. Angry and tired, the six-foot monster cried with a human’s voice, “Why won’t you bring her back to me? I don’t deserve this. I have waited far too long. I need my wife. I am lost without her.” The large black rocks in response to the unhappy attacker did not reply. They ...

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“His Secret” by Kathleen Spencer

Submitted to Contest #212

Jane’s letter hit me like a ton of bricks. I knew I was not supposed to have opened it; the letter was for Henry. Henry was my husband until I heard from my best friend, Jane, that he had been unfaithful to me. Why was Jane writing to him then? I had to know. Using my old steamer, I opened the envelope, being careful not to let the top close again by itself by putting a paper weight on it. I took out the folde...

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“His Love Letter” by Kathleen Spencer

Submitted to Contest #208

The alarm clock displayed 1:11. Maggie was startled awake by the thunder and lightning striking outside her window. “Not again…” she moaned. Reaching for the lamp on her nightstand next to her bed, she turned it on, but nothing happened. Climbing out of bed, she slipped into her warm pink slippers. Grabbing her white terry cloth robe wrapping herself up in it, she stumbled in the dark, almost falling over Sam to...

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“The Dance” by Kathleen Spencer

Submitted to Contest #176

The love potion went down the throat of its intended victim, but it didn’t work quite the way Margery intended. The little frog had been sitting on his lily pad for most of the afternoon. The sunshine hit his back warming him. He had just eaten a fly, so his belly was full. The unexpected find of pink lemonade in a nearby lotus flower had promised to be a more than satisfactory drink. It had a surprising punch t...

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Author bio

Previously published in Skipping Stones magazine and some college year writing magazines, and somethings online and in print... I love writing emotional and moving pieces whether they are poetic, short dribble or flash fiction, short stories, or even longer pieces. I love reading things, that take me on a journey and get lost in "the dream." I am married. I have grown children. Both a city and country girl at heart. I hope you enjoy what I write. I look forward to reading your stories as well.