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Katina Foster

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Aug, 2020

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Future Memories in Red Minor

Submitted to Contest #62

When Martin came to, he found himself sitting at a kitchen table. He didn't know how he got there, or how long he'd been sitting there, but he wasn’t overly concerned with these details, either. He pushed his chair back from the table and stood up. Now, I leave to meet my friends, he thought. He walked towards the front door, then stopped as a strange sense of déjà vu came over him. Martin stood for a moment with his hand hovering above the doorknob, trying to catch hold of the feeling in order to probe it for more detail. He sense...

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Past and Pipe Smoke

Submitted to Contest #61

On an otherwise unremarkable Saturday morning, I did something rather impulsive. I bought my dream car. Well, it wasn't my dream car yet. I paid the nice lady who was selling it the full asking price of five hundred dollars, signed the paperwork and prayed that the damn thing would start. It did. Even more impressive, it only stalled out once during the ten mile drive across town. I was grateful for the relatively short drive, as the interior's thick smokey smell was nearly choking me by the time I reached my destination. I parked ...

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The Good Life

Submitted to Contest #59

*** Part 1: Vic ***Vic and Mel sat quietly as Matt, a disgraced former MIT student, gave them a rundown of the opportunity (experiment) he was offering."This is your chance to be pioneers! I know what the papers have been saying about me, but I assure you, this is completely safe. All the same, I will need you to sign this release of liability form before we begin."Vic signed the form without reading it. He was ready to get out of Boston, by hook or by crook. The city had become too crowded, too polluted and way too expensive over the last f...

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The day my life changed

Submitted to Contest #58

Author’s note: Narcolepsy is a neurological disorder that affects 1 out of 2,000 Americans and 3 million people worldwide. On average, it takes 10 years from symptom onset to diagnosis. About 75% of these cases are classified as Type 1: Narcolepsy with Cataplexy. This is my diagnosis and for me the journey took 12 years. This story is a combination of real life events that eventually led to my diagnosis 10 years ago. I’ve included more links and information in the comments if you want to learn more. ***My clumsiness has officially becom...

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The Artist

Submitted to Contest #57

The last thing Frankie remembered was moonlight on metal and thunder. She’d just finished installing the last of her enormous sculptures in City Park. She’d hired a crew to help her move and bolt down her large pieces, paying extra for their discretion and willingness to work at night. The crew had packed up and left once done, leaving Frankie and Joe alone in the park while it started to sprinkle. Frankie and Joe weren't exactly close, but he was a big supporter of Frankie's work, and the only other person she'd told about the commissi...

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The Dodgers

Submitted to Contest #56

Jeremy glanced out the window of the downtown public library as the first meteor entered the Earth's atmosphere. He watched it streak across the afternoon sky as the librarian handed him his book, oblivious to the drama unfolding behind her. He felt the earthquake-like vibration through his feet and heard the massive boom when it hit moments later, but by then he was too excited about the treasure in his hands to give it much thought. As the other patrons of the library started running around and screaming like maniacs, Jeremy made a be...

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Second Childhood

Submitted to Contest #55

"Is Gail coming?" Louise asked. "How should I know?" Marjorie answered, shrugging. Louise checked her watch and sighed. She missed her old watch. This bright pink plastic and nylon thing looked like it came out of a gumball machine. "I'm here!" Gail said, climbing the rope to the tree house and panting dramatically. "Could we please meet in my neighborhood next time?" Gail sat cross legged on the floor of the tree house, across from the other two girls. "No," Louise and Marjorie answered in unison. "Jinx!" the g...

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Miranda

Miranda almost threw the old key in the recycling bin. If it weren't for the small filigree detail on the bow of it, she would have. She stopped and studied it carefully instead. It almost looked like a cursive G was embedded in the center of the design.Looks like something out of one of my novels, she thought. She put it in her pocket and continued to clear out the last few boxes left in the attic. She'd inherited the old house from her aunt, who had recently passed away. With her gone, Miranda was the last living branch of ...

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A Nice Woman

Submitted to Contest #54

"So, tell me. How did you end up with this crummy job?" John asked the nice middle aged woman who was cutting up his dinner for him. He thought her name was Dolly. Or was it Molly? Ah, he couldn't remember. "Just lucky, I guess," the woman replied, smiling. She finished carving up his meat and held out the fork to him. "Think you can manage on your own from here?" "Won't know till I try," John responded optimistically. He took the fork from her carefully, like it was a loaded gun. His hand shook and he glar...

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