Kathleen `Woods

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Feb, 2021

Stories (104)

104 Stories

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“Paola get's her life now” by Kathleen `Woods

She was in a passenger car on the capital world of Cressida, it had been almost five years since she’d last taken a passenger train, and she could say now that it was overrated. Paola was happy to have bought tickets for the first time with her own notes, but having been in the overcrowded train car for the hour it took between Luke and Hryhoriy, she could only feel the waste of five Nicks. The only thi...

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“John only 'likes' his house” by Kathleen `Woods

It wasn’t unknown that John had a certain despondence about him during the winter. It sunk slowly into his heart in September and only truly lifted in mid-march. Like an ever present shadow in his head, it made him moody to say the least. The kind of moody you lost hours in. How he decided that a night shift would help was beyond him. But he felt like he was getting better, it ...

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“Sivard attempts to enact a death plan” by Kathleen `Woods

Aloe and Canella, Valerian and Chamomile, as always this was the bitter smell of healing. It was always times like this, after a fight where he was something to care for, that he felt indebted. They were always helping him with his obligations, though he’d long sense given himself up to those burdens. Their soul is full of Violets and Yarrow, when their dearest Sirvard is injured. Souls...

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“Don't trust party food” by Kathleen `Woods

She never trusted mayonnaise, especially in Party Food. She was right to distrust the emulsification as while her impromptu party friends nursed other injuries, the boy she liked was puking into a bucket.Sophia was just a girl, standing in an emergency room waiting to be seen. It had been the worst party she’d ever had the displeasure of attending.And she was ready to call a lawyer.Being a sensible person, Sophia wanted to get her story straight.She couldn’t tell where she’d started reall...

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“Eloise goes places” by Kathleen `Woods

She’d never been given a real explanation as to why her body reacted like that, why her body would burn with those Irate welts from the sun.Her condition, like most things, was only a miner inconvenience at this point in her life.That same response was rare enough around her face, which she would’ve been thankful for if she’d taken a day flight.Concerned with her skin Eloise always took a night plane when she traveled.This would’ve made sleep difficult for others, but Eloise was one for the night life, taking h...

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“Connor cleans up” by Kathleen `Woods

It had been two months since his friend's disappearance, and while they didn’t want to see it, his family knew the chances in the first forty-eight. They loved their son, him not being there wasn’t gonna change that, but grief made everything harder. Especially without a body. The search was still on for it, but it was a cold comfort in a world that had already taken him. Connor wasn’...

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“An Old Sort of Library ” by Kathleen `Woods

There was a stirring on the far end of the building, and Miss Naila wasn’t having it. Naila understood the variation in response that people had for the collection, but she would not have disrespect of the halls. So now at attention, she went about finding the source. As it turned out it was a pair of children, one bold, one meek. The meek one shivered at her appearance, which Miss Naila felt ...

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“Planned Obsolescence” by Kathleen `Woods

His cover was at the moment flexible and secure. mostly. There were definitely some faults in his joints. Zedd could trouble shoot that though, a bit of the fix-it paste on it now should do the trick. He would rather avoid a wardrobe malfunction. He knew what it looked like, an android trying to skate on an old wadding cover, avoiding ‘maintenance’ but Zedd also knew the difference be...

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“Just a month for Jenny” by Kathleen `Woods

We should probably start at the beginning, or somewhere close to it. Jenny found a body. Don’t worry, it wasn’t dead. But one doesn’t often find their sister’s boyfriend in their bed. Most people at least. Luckily for Jenny not many people really knew her. At least she felt lucky. One thing for sure, he didn’t know her from Marry, Jona, or the Whale. That she knew w...

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“Aliens, Axes & Emilia” by Kathleen `Woods

There was something special about the town she grew up in, it might’ve been the history. It was a stopgap town, only enough people for an informal dialect, so really it had to be the history. At least that's what Noelle thought, after all she was the type to read the library archives out of boredom. Which was why she knew everything there was to know about the rinky dink little hometown she was apt to leave fully...

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“Around and round Elysia” by Kathleen `Woods

In this world like any of the others in revolution around the star of Elysia, there is unrest. The God Queen, in pursuit of infamy, had taken to conquering neighboring planets. She had taken so well in fact that there were no worlds left with true liberty from her demands. She was a tyrant, and by most metrics a brute, but against the odds she has lost her standing. It was a long and bloody ba...

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“Does an opportunistic fairy count?” by Kathleen `Woods

She’d only been so old when her family lost their standing. What luck it was that she had been of age. At least that's what her father thought, as he held the papers of a contract in his hand. There was fine artifice of wealth in the chapel, courtesy of a more affluent uncle. For a soft and foreign moment the world smelled of rosewater. Whether he was a fine man or not, was n...

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“the Significance of Calabash” by Kathleen `Woods

She’d been told once by her mother, upon her fathers death, “I cursed him, I cursed him, he would be a good man. And now as all good men seem to do he’s died young.” This was only the first curse of her life. As her mother once widowed refused to curse the second man she married. Cruel as anything, she took to her chores the worst of which was his ego. On cleverer days she would call his own c...

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“what might be the birth and death of a goddess” by Kathleen `Woods

All She could feel was salt, a sickening and bold smell remained on her skin, as new as the rough grit of the sand. The air was as she had never known before, as the salt and sea foam she originated from dried on nearly human skin. She was nowhere near one with it anymore, centuries passing without her acolytes to sing her praises. But who could ever know what she wasn’t anymore? As she lay sickening on th...

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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.