Katie Mobley

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Nov, 2024

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“The Man Down on Elms Street (Volume 1)” by Katie Mobley

*Mentions of Abuse/ Drug use/ Violence*Parker sat on the steps of his home. Inside were his parents, screaming, per usual.Beside him sat his little sister Lizzy, pressing a damp rag to her forehead, it came away with blood. Not a lot, but enough to make her cry. Parker wrapped his arm around her shoulders, whispering how it would be ok. His little brother wheeled around the cracked, overgrown driveway on his rusting scooter. Giggling at the bumps, pushing the scooter to go faster over them, rattling the wheels roughly. Mama had bought that s...

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“Tamara and the Demon” by Katie Mobley

*Based off of the tale of Tamara and Demon/ Includes sexual mentions*Tamara sat by his grave wiping a tear from her wet cheeks. Beside her sat her betrothed's killer, Demon. He had given her no name to call him by only to know him as Demon, a fitting name for him.He gazed at her tear-stained face, tenderly wiping away her tears. She glared at him, her face distraught."You're a heinous creature you know." she told him through her sobs. Demon nodded, knowing she would bend to his love one day. Tamara straightened her dress, trying viciously to...

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“Story of the Daredevils” by Katie Mobley

My name is Genesis Dare.Once a lifetime, everyone is given the ability to dare you one thing. Anything.Eat a booger, go sky diving, face your biggest fear, Kill a person. Anything.Today I get to have my dare. My chance to be a daredevil.It started long, long ago. With a small group of kids. Friends, and a lurker. This is the story my mother told me. Her mother told her, and her mother told her. On and on it went. Generation by generation.This is the story of the Daredevils.---The year is 245 in Simvian standards. Kalena was in her final year...

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“I Was Only” by Katie Mobley

Submitted to Contest #276

I was only a baby when I first met my mother.The memories of that day never really stayed with me, but I can assume I was crying. Thick baby tears slipping down my chubby baby cheeks.Her holding me tight, whispering that she loved me as my father held her shoulders, murmuring his love and awe at me.My big doe eyes looking up at her charming face wondering,"Who is this person? Who am I?"Then her bringing my small, swaddled body up to her face, kissing my face all over until my cries turn to laughter."Katie" she would whisper, "Mama loves you....

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