Katrina Faken

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Mar, 2020

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“Unpopular Opinions ” by Katrina Faken

"You only fail if you stop writing." -Ray Bradbury ********************************************************** "Listen, it's not about you. Thousands of stories are entered on a daily basis, just because you didn't win doesn't mean you're not a great author." "I wasn't even one of the finalists," I replied, shutting my laptop forcefully. "And you're not even a writer, so stop pretending you know what it feels like because you don't." "I'm not pretending. I'm just saying that not winning a writing contest does not personally affect your ...

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“Onward ” by Katrina Faken

Submitted to Contest #95

It happened again. Cheryl stodding shaking in front of the two doors, hands trembling. It's just a dream, she told herself. But was it? Night after night she had awoke in a cold sweat, gasping for air after the terrifying experience. An experience that felt way too real to be just a dream. But how could it be anything else? She thought to herself. The voice came, just like it always did. A voice that sounded like it came from above, a voice that sounded untouchable. "Choose." It commanded. She knew all too well what would happen if she didn'...

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“Girls Night Out” by Katrina Faken

Submitted to Contest #94

"Fine I'll do it." my friend Estelle laughs, standing up. I raise an eyebrow."Are you sure you won't back out?" I ask. We had all been sitting around the firepit in my backyard, playing a game of truth or dare just like we used to do when we were young girls. It was the first time I had seen my old school friends since high school graduation, and we were all having a grand time. I had invited our whole grade to be a part of the fun. But most of them were off in their own little groups and cliques."I won't back out." She sighs, rolling her ey...

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“One Glass Too Many...” by Katrina Faken

Submitted to Contest #93

It all happened on a Saturday night in July. The weather was nice, the country club beautifully decorated, but the conversation horrifying. "What do you mean you're not my boyfriend?" Jeanette asked me. She was backing away slowly, her lovely hazel eyes wide with fear. I hadn't meant for it to slip out. We were at our wedding party, drinking champagne, enjoiying ourselves. The beginning of the wedding had passed by in such a blur. Walking down the isle, saying our vows...It didn't feel real. I but then I again, I suppose, it wasn't. "I wis...

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