Kathleen `Woods

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Feb, 2021

Stories (105)

105 Stories

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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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“The Browny’s House, and The Changelings Mother ” by Kathleen `Woods

The flooring is tapped with an incessant scratch, a wandering rustle made discordant with whatever sound he’d expected to hear.There are many sounds worthy of investigation in a young sorcerer's house. A tree sawed in two by lightning, a floor board in need of correction, an especially loud fart, but today, Jerry was certain, whatever scrambled into his home couldn’t be familiar.It had only been a few months since little Nadua was found, and while the little creature should be a bit more ambulatory, even Jerry could recogniz...

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“The Hydroponic-Mycobiota in a ‘Quiet’ Neighborhood ” by Kathleen `Woods

It was an unseasonably cool and humid summer, like a perpetual April, or October. It was simply one oddity of that year, really the only one Harold at all liked, outside at that moment on his back porch reading with his coffee. Another was the rash of break ins happening all over town as those who had summer cottages and timeshares went ahead and left the strange dreariness behind for the comforts of still more temperate...

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“Twice a Changeling” by Kathleen `Woods

Nayden was walking in the park all by herself that day, really it was evening. She’d been feeling restless the last few days, cooped up in the attic. Her wings felt heavy, though she wasn’t tired otherwise. This was common for her. And so she’d decided to go out, just to the park, the closest one on the map. It was still two hundred times her body length, the distance between. ...

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“Au-Uber missed moments used for character study, explaining Lola ” by Kathleen `Woods

Pillers strange and skyless projected from all around her, she was alone now. She couldn’t shake it, cut off from the shimmer of matching rings, her lover had failed her. All because he chose a pretty face over a stupid one. She wanted to scream- but it would be wasteful. That pragmatism she was now realizing, had been her folly, would be meaningless still in this place. Liminal hall could only be ...

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“break out for science ” by Kathleen `Woods

A murder has been committed, the last murder had been committed, beneath the last blinking of the setting sun. Everything is weightless, the eye that was the sun has swallowed everything. The world is darkness and light and strange colors, all is new, and she isn’t alone. It was only a little past midnight when she’d felt the burning wire of creation pull her from rest. It was wrong of her to miss sleep for something as apparently small as that, but Afonya could never rely on such lofty perspectives as that.

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“The Ignited Willow” by Kathleen `Woods

It was a terribly early morning, but she’d be hard pressed even after the worst of happenings to stop Tanah up from a tea party, or to stop herself up from drinking tea she’d already made.That was often what it meant to care for oneself. Of course, it wasn’t everyday that the thing worrying her was just outside, or for her own safety something she couldn’t share it with.She’s worried for the willow before, a blight in its branches, pruned, culled and burned was the answer there. She could wa...

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“#GreasyChadFlu #ReduceReuseRecycle?” by Kathleen `Woods

A quick hand and trained eye scrolled through a webpage, a site linked up along with every other to her email, and to her own worries an algorithm trained on her movements, as much as on those like her. Lilith didn’t like how this now intrinsic part of society reflected her life back at her. Or how, it became the only small window into her living family’s life. In the year of 3024 t...

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“Black Scales, Want and the Foolish Dreams of Human Beings” by Kathleen `Woods

“Thanks, Zoe.” went a brusque woman’s voice. It’s monday, and she’s just fetched coffee for her boss. This isn’t her real job, but she does it anyway. Mind you, this isn’t the petty distinction made by an overworked secretary. Though she is one. Her real job doesn’t generally work if you aren’t privy to the lifestyle you're trying to infiltrate. Zoe Haumann is a spy. Though, to nam...

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“The Snapping Willow” by Kathleen `Woods

Bad things happen when her dreams aren’t caught. Though most would assume it’s just nightmares. She looked into her child’s room seeing the bed, and how well tiny hands had taken to making it. Tanah has become quite fastidious, and it was easy to see herself, or her own mother in her. It was only just morning, and little Tanah was outside playing after breakfast, Charnetta was inspecting the room o...

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“Calum B. Munson's failed ride home.” by Kathleen `Woods

There's a beauty to the forest at night that he’d appreciate if he weren’t tired from his kill. He needed to write, but it was too dark for his liking.Calum had marched up to the road a few minutes before, and he wanted to get home without incriminating himself. So he waited for a car or truck to drive by, with an appropriate sob story and fake limp.“Hello sir, I kinda sprained my ankle. Could you drive me to a gas station or something?” Calum asked, his face still hot from his earlier excursion....

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“For the Love of Wrong Things” by Kathleen `Woods

“We have plenty of time, you know.” she said, a still heart when love was new. She really doesn’t know what she is. “This is nothing to run from.” she’d said, an order from a heart that should’ve rotten out long ago.All said above, twice washed finery, like it were natural for her, as a Paramour.The table is set with concerning elegance by a creature who in her natural state could have anyone. These were the actions of a being so infatuated with the common, that she co...

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“What You’d do for a friend. With shovels and strangers.” by Kathleen `Woods

It was a hole in the wall of the road, barely an excuse to keep a staff of six, and really, it was proof of the infinite mercy of truckers and tourists. That might be unfair, and anyone could notice that the diner at the moment is lacking a name, but the name doesn’t matter. It’s been changed multiple times, under new management, with nearly the same staff.This could be anywhere really.Which in theory is a good thing, it wouldn’t be a good old slice of americana if it didn’t have a heaping h...

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“Aeron Corcoran Lizard Woman ” by Kathleen `Woods

Monday mornings are rarely a complicated affair, at least she thought so, though there were many people she’d met who’d managed to make even breathing come off like rocket science. Fancy that. Now, whether it was the barista or the intern that managed to skunk up her order that day, Aeron was peeved and really, she deserved a decent cup of coffee considering the service she provided. This w...

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“The Incoherent Begging of Clockwork Angels” by Kathleen `Woods

Snow shifts noisily underfoot, as she pulls herself from her nightmares, the blurry blue above shining against it. The sun had been hung differently in the sky before now, hours marching steady, her feet hot with life's essence and fear. She can’t stop moving, she couldn’t let herself be caught. Not by him. Not by that overrated striking clock. Something heedless, red and worried a...

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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.