Kathleen `Woods

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Feb, 2021

Stories (104)

104 Stories

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“A Yeti Pickup artist” by Kathleen `Woods

It’s a loosely known fact, for whatever reason, that snow when packed in a piste for a ski run can be groomed so smooth that the common skier has a larger than zero chance of simply slipping into another dimension. This chance increases ever so slightly in the event that an experienced hobbyist runs himself into a Pinetree. While it should be understood that these ‘facts’ are rarely of interest to any such...

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“Let’s Skip ahead to Coffee with Killers” by Kathleen `Woods

“Hello, my name's Flo, I’ma be your server this morning. The blue plate specials are fried fish with mac and cheese, or a Hot meatloaf sandwich, both with the option of coleslaw, salad or this morning's soup.” The waitress said with barely a breath, Rayner had been coming here for years and to spite a revolving door of owners it’s kept the same staff and almost the same menu. That was in part why the food...

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“So You've polished the stone, but Where Does The Wishing Well Lead?” by Kathleen `Woods

Gillian pilfered the newer tea canister from the corner cabinet with an ease in conflict with her emotional state. She’d made the decision some decades before inheriting her parents home to never again drink tea from a bag, this was not simply pretension on her part, but more so owed to her own anxieties. If she lacked a steady hand, she certainly didn’t need any kind of infusion. So with practiced ease, ...

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“Into the Wishing Well” by Kathleen `Woods

They spoke till the hour against midnight, what will you do? How will you do it? What do we have? Who will do it?It was a round row save the lost and broken spokes of their normal dining room table, made empty and much too small by the young-most and now silent.It would seem like a waste of time, if it were simply a child trapped in a well. The trouble was why she was trapped. All waterways no matter how distorted lead to hell, and they had no better proof than what pulled her in.“Take the rope a...

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“MPLB The Age of Candy” by Kathleen `Woods

“Damn it.” He said the ‘candy store’ was already closed. It was a long line he’d fallen to the train of, and he still hadn’t gotten a taste. It was New Years Eve, and whatever he did his memory tended to fail him, and he’d thought a little of the new psychotropic would help with that this year. Still, for all the hours he’d camped out, he was the last in line. Pleasure seekers. Here he was hunting for a g...

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“Taylor is a Liar ” by Kathleen `Woods

The sun was bright and shining on a world filled with strange sensations, Taylor had been up before dawn reading again the pilfered writings of a most important asset. In his mind’s eye there was a goal, and that goal while in need of some revision was one he could not share in this world before its apex. Still, there was nothing suspicious in calling his friend. It was minutes waiting fo...

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“The Hungry and the Rushed” by Kathleen `Woods

Warning: I expect a review of the sex scene.The memory of it. Fire and Plasticine smoke, that was the last thing she remembered. Then she lived anyway. To match with the misfortune of her predicament, she made use of what was left in the hull. So willing was she to survive, she’d eaten- There was only so much meant to be eaten on a plane.It didn’t matter much, survival was paramount. But now she was back before all that, in an airport on Christmas eve. It was a long flight last time, but maybe it would ...

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“1 moment out of 26 Hours” by Kathleen `Woods

In this world there is always the question of whether or not you should share a single thought or feeling with anyone else. Not only this, but also whether or not you’d like it to matter. There weren’t that many days in Bethany’s life that left her any assurity either way. There was something of a core memory that proved her point, when she started to distrust the veracity of that perspective. It w...

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“What Do You Do When the Wishing Well Eats Your Sister?” by Kathleen `Woods

“What the hell was that?” Isabel screamed, the great claws of the well long lost along with their youngest sister. The world had spun from last they’d seen, sick and hungerless as high noon marched on. To their vision, between the two it was madness, Claudia playing like children do before one running joke ended in horror. They held fast together, still reeling from that harrowing moment, neither could ...

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“Never Drop Two Coins in a Wishing Well ” by Kathleen `Woods

‘Where are you going?” She looked up and around her path, the sun’s rays cut between the thicketed leaves above, to share a wrong colored sky. Claudia was alone on her path for the first time in her short life, and to spite everything Aunt Gillian had taught her, she felt unprepared. She was trapped in a forest more a labyrinth than collection of trees, and she wasn’t at all sure what that meant ...

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“Women and Apples” by Kathleen `Woods

Summer had been shifting beautifully into autumn, and Murcia had been having coffee with Glika almost every other day for months now. They still went to swim on warmer days when the line between summer and fall proved thin, but that wasn’t the case this time in Murcia’s house duly invaded by her friend.“You wanna do something fun?” Glika asked early that day, carrying a bag of mysteries.She was beautiful, Glika loved summer, though if anyone had asked Murcia, autumn matched her better. ...

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“Strawman Circus” by Kathleen `Woods

“You shouldn’t do this, i-”, a simple slip of the eye, and he saw it. Beyond the immediacy of his lecture, the very notion of his thoughts previous, derailed he looked back at his- Costar?“It’s wrong?” he was losing his lines. He was off his queue. What was he even talking about?“Are you alright?” she says, eyes bright, like she was finally seeing something worth contemplating. He doesn’t shy away from what he sees.“Do you see them too?”“Really, I thought you were awa...

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“Stretching the Metaphor for the Inflexible ” by Kathleen `Woods

It was a late morning New Years eve at the Mount Cubitus Courthouse, something momentous and at the same time expected had occurred, and Tomas Reid is just a bit too bored to care. “Back in my day-” the old Lawyer starts, a big mouth for the reckoning that oh so bright past is facing. He’d say it was raining men for all the three mile drops he’d seen on the social ladder as of late. But it seemed like the...

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“Love, Salt AND Impossible Prices” by Kathleen `Woods

One of the strangest things to learn about the world is how many professions there apparently were. There is a doctor for just about every little thing out there, from head to toe, from friend to foe there was room for doctors of every kind. Certainly there were quacks, no better than having a mallard for treating, but there were some conditions that seemed fake. So fake, that it would seem impossible that ...

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“Somewhat related to @ZetharUnited, ReduceReuseRecycle? ” by Kathleen `Woods

“Listen? Don’t you hear it?” He said to the tempo of an old song that only Joan really liked. Martha couldn’t be bothered, it was a late night already in the bar, and it looked like the bartender wasn't all that responsive at their club's entry, which was fine by Martha, between Joan and Henry they should all properly sober up.But would they? For a club dedicated to mathematically deduced predictions, there was many a thing they took by chance. And sobriety during a national holiday was one of the easiest bets to make.

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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.