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Kathleen `Woods

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Feb, 2021

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Binds in the beastlands

Kathleen `Woods

In matters of anatomy Alilaih was considered cryptic, in matters of character she was confused for something heavenly. Being a foundling, even of kinder visage, it was considered good manners to save her life, it was not so cruel to be raised by wolves after all. As the chosen child of the shepherd, she’s not known a day since the age of five when the weight of society was not upon her shoulders. For he as an ageless being had chosen to raise her, in much the same way he’d chosen to advise the royals of those founding days of the empire, and...

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Dicentra, Dicentra, what else will the fools have to do?

Kathleen `Woods

She had been no older than eight when she realized the actual place of beasts in this world. As that changes, even to her benefit, the less she trusts her right to it. It’s the last time she can remember there being a real enemy amongst the magelands, when the kinder lines amongst them in their prejudice could hold a candle to the Beastlands. It was the last time when the world were enough a stage that her kin needed pay tribute to the notion of external diplomacy. Since that time it's been what was inside that counted. And she feels that th...

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The Bar Pit Exam

Kathleen `Woods

A soft Breeze brushes past, and even behind her mask she feels it on her face. The streets are alight with activity, shops full and lush with the labors of the Beast Folk, whom thanks to her desires she must count herself In common.Her little daughter in tow, just old enough to play amongst her own sort.Sima, unlike her little Mayetwain, was not so unambiguously a beast. Her nose and face were only just within acceptable proportions amongst the Mages with whom she’d trained. Her ears though, set low, large and pointed were something of notic...

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I'll Turn into a Pumpkin After Midnight

Kathleen `Woods

Bright yellow flowers surrounded them as they took their afternoon tea, like little trumpets on wandering green vines. A garish loud clash with Cornelia's red locks. Cornelia Gauri of Mahukar was the first born daughter of a King, which by all accounts meant she was a bit of a waste of rank, despite his own unending affection. He had apparently loved her mother quite excessively, to the degree that even her stepmother thought better of treating Cornelia with unkindness.Her stepmother was if anything very accommodating of Cornelia. She appare...

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That one where some guy sends a dickpic to his Grandmother

Kathleen `Woods

Johnson Peck is what he thinks is a normal man, which means that of course despite understanding that most women do not want to see his penis, let alone women who do not already know him, he sends them dick pics anyway. In situ and in verse he also wanted to see them naked, though for some reason be it for the sake of his personality, ego or otherwise he assumes that his penis is equal in value to her entire nude form. Which given that she likely does not want to see his penis, and he really wants to see her naked seems to imply a deep misun...

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Mixed Drinks

Kathleen `Woods

With a roll of her hips she’s engaged more than one impromptu partner waffling to the beat, they were impaired, all of them, but only to a warm and bright high that they’d all need to work off. That was the point after all, a little pleasure, and a whole lot of dancing. Serendipity is considered a dry club, but there’s a reason it’s a moving establishment, given what they sold, safety was more the ethical concern than legality. Luckily for Waverley, she’d already placed more than her share to keep the club fleet and discreet.She took another...

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Bill Suggs

Kathleen `Woods

It's been a hectic month for Bill. His wife left him for somebody he was sure, a temporary separation she'd said, though he didn't think so. It was too spontaneous he'd thought, at least for her, being the stay at home type, and he didn't imagine she'd leave him without a landing pad of herown. He'd also lost his favorite socks.Mary though, he liked Mary, she was a whirlwind, started as a work friend who'd decided to follow through on their casual flirting. Which meant she'd basically moved into his house while his wife was supposedly living...

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Cheaters

Kathleen `Woods

A social outcast is 'known but rejected' but an outsider is 'an Unknown that is also rejected' this difference means little to the people who do the rejection, but it makes all the difference for the rejectee."You really should be more prepared for criticism." Her new art teacher says, this was Ashley’s first time working with oil, and to put it bluntly Missus Gauthier seems to be stuck three weeks ahead of her despite the transfer. “I’m sorry, I’ve never worked in these before. I’m new.”“Well that’s quite an excuse. I really feel that stude...

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One fine Needle

Kathleen `Woods

Feeling was decided by the powerful, and its relevance was decided by ego. She doesn’t know when she became ‘sharp’, when the dull shine of her nickel plating became… tarnished. Maybe it was Emery, the powder sand of it on her burs giving her, her.She doesn’t know how she’s a her, how as an object defined by sharp-primness even before animance, something so oppositional to the chaotic feminine could be her. How as her eye pulled thread, and her point guided her holder, and the shaft of her bent so slight under the weight of the fabric as the...

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Muirarret Egierg

Kathleen `Woods

Cerise Slate had been living in a Glitch for as long as she was really aware, summer was a good season, but it was always cooler than it should be, the same could be said of winter as it fared warmer.She'd managed still to find desires appropriate to the season though, and despite the erroneous nature of time and its movements, little Myrtle was born in a textbook manner. Though in line with the glitches' influence nobody could recognize the girl. From conception to the ripe old age of seven, nobody else was able to remember her or any of th...

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Mother Cell

Kathleen `Woods

There’s a great myth trapped beneath every great ideology, that of the last few people made pure progenitors by incest. It’s a hold over from great deaths all across history, the damnable condition of abuse in the rueful clawing at survival made necessary by near extinction. The sense it made, in those greedy aftertimes to bind all in the horrid complexity that was a supposedly simple world. Though they were not only two, or three, or bound so securely by blood and descent, they were humans. And that was good enough, when all others were lef...

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The Trouble with Dating Thyself

Kathleen `Woods

So here's something that's probably pretty obvious, but heck, people don't notice things, maybe I read off as more experienced than I am, or like some kinda borderline nun rather than, well anything I am. That is to say, I don't date. No, I don't mean I call it courting, I mean that I've never quite felt the need or desire to go out with anyone for a romantic appointment. To be fair, part of this is the financial bracket I'm a part of, that being, poor enough to learn small pan fat rendering. Which considering the steps you can fin...

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Oh, do blather on. About Leggings of all things.

Kathleen `Woods

For some reason, maybe it's personal, but I get the feeling that the Prompter's want to know that we also have pointless arguments that we wholeheartedly believe in but also for some reason devalue by being explicitly and habitually uncritical of them. Like most of this week's fills, I can't claim a point for point on that, even if I wanted to brag, but I plan to toss in a technicality. Do you know how many leggings I've acquired over the course of my life? I'll give you a hint, from the age of nine I've been getting leggings for d...

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10 reasons my sisters were surprised by my rejection of Sewing Machines

Kathleen `Woods

Okay, so here's the thing, I don't know if I have any routines that would be considered in any fashion reasonable not to assume of me given my tendencies, especially from people who know me personally. I'm moody, I'm easily upset, and frankly mechanisms of most forms make me angry very easily. I've also never owned a sewing machine that didn't crave death upon my touch. Other women "turn men gay", I murder sewing machines.(I know that my serger would still work but that girl is idiot-proof & I like to work so much dumber than that)&...

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I should not have this many clear memories of being six

Kathleen `Woods

Not for long wasn't even a day really, not that I can remember that far back. There were a few kids that matched this description before I was pulled out on account of rather intense issues, to put it bluntly, anxiety, and personal unassertiveness not helped by the extreme amiability of the people in my life. In any case, there are two children I thought about with this prompt. One being a girl whose appearance was at one point picked at by a friend at the time. The other being a boy who liked my babydolls more than I did.I know I met t...

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Author bio

So I’ve been contemplating this addition to my bio for a while: I’ve decided that while I’m happy to get Links in my comments to other peoples stories, I also want to get and encourage more analysis for my work. And hopefully encourage myself to do the same.

Here’s an open invite: Please if you’ve posted something no matter how old on here that happens to have similarities in Subject, Character or Style to something of mine, post a link to it in the comment section of the associated work.

Thanks for reading!

Is it weird to say that I've learned my current writing style through instant message? you might see a preference for the fantastical, but this is mostly inexperience on my part.

I believe in going first by subject then by sound, which is why I sometimes edit with an E-reader.
Those who I've bothered in their comment section may be aware of its alternative use.

I like knowing that unrelated people read my work sometimes.
I sometimes get bogged down by my style, and by attempts at subtext.

If this helps you to make the choice to comment, Remember that it's easier to cut a hemline with distance than with a mirror.
By that I mean, you aren't doing anything wrong by telling me what you see, even if it wasn't intended on my part.

Also I don't know whether this counts as pressure or not, but shoving opinions on my older stories is actually a really good idea, and you should do it.