Kathy Trevelyan

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Feb, 2023

Stories (5)

5 Stories

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“Talulah” by Kathy Trevelyan

Submitted to Contest #187

Talulah Fat? Oh, the indignity of it. Sometimes I think these humans actually don’t realise that I understand everything they say. They clearly don’t understand me, so I suppose they think ignorance is a two way thing. But to call me fat…. I am nicely rounded and my fur is thick and lustrous. I am altogether a very beautiful girl. They tell me that all the time, usually punctuated with ridiculous chirpy sounds and cooing. I stalk over to the mirror, I’m rather good at stalking, if I do say so myself. In the mirror I see my perfectly symmet...

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“Strange and Charm” by Kathy Trevelyan

Submitted to Contest #186

Strange and Charm nothing what is nothing then…… something where did it come from splinters of matter dark light swirls spirals orbits something invisible essential let there be let there be light let there be tendrils and filaments let there be violent collisions and fragments let there be gasses and chemistry physics quarks and gluons muons immensity intensity unknowable insanity the glory and terror the beginning imagine imagine the birth of stars Tia walks into a room. A dark room that has been hard to find There is so...

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“Unit of Memory and Love” by Kathy Trevelyan

Submitted to Contest #185

Units of Memory and Love Rita carefully squeezed past the first towering row of boxes and precariously stacked furniture, eager to reach the centre of the storage unit. She picked up a small basket that had toppled over and threaded her way to her sanctuary, the place she came to think and remember. The overhead lighting in the unit was glaring, and Rita reminded herself to get it changed for something more soothing, to get an extension lead and plug in a couple of her lamps. The old hatstand almost fell as she squeezed by, but it had no...

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“Double Whammy” by Kathy Trevelyan

Submitted to Contest #184

Double Whammy I’m so tired. The last few weeks have been exhausting, and I need to just stop for a bit. But I can’t, can I? Not if I want to keep my job. Actually, I hate the bloody job, and I’d love to walk away into the sunset, holding two fingers up to the lot of them. How delicious would it be to tell Mr Simon Gibbons-Smyth where to stick his reports and his messages and his smug, oily face? But I need the money; don’t we all? So I’ll set the alarm for six, drag myself out of bed, shower, get dressed, eat some toast and drink two cups ...

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“Of Magnets and Men” by Kathy Trevelyan

Submitted to Contest #183

Of Magnets and Men We did have some good times. At the beginning. The problem was that I convinced myself we were still having them when everything had demonstrably gone to shit. I’d feel frustration bubbling up, irritation fuelling my itchy discontent. Then I’d look into those deep, calm brown eyes, and I’d think I was ‘being silly,’ imagining things.’ I’d agree with him when he said it was all in my head. But it wasn’t, was it? You see, Alex was so plausible, so beautiful, still is I suppose, although I haven’t seen him for a year. Exa...

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Author bio

I live in, a small town in Gloucestershire, England, having moved from London a couple of years ago. I'm a tour guide and genealogist, with a passion for writing.