Katy Lindsey

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Aug, 2024

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“RE: The Heat Death of the Sun” by Katy Lindsey

Submitted to Contest #274

Reality was having a Monday, with a capital M.Never mind that it was Thursday. Or that Monday always began with a capitalized M. Or that both Mondays and Thursdays only existed on Earth. That was all beside the point.Ron liked that about Earth, though: the calendars. Really, humans had something special going on with them. They were great with organizational skills, and he appreciated that, given his role as Manager of Accounts Payable. He was just one cog in the Existence machine, but lately Ron felt he might be the only one to really ...

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“The Results Column” by Katy Lindsey

Submitted to Contest #274

CW: increasingly creative suicide attempts; mention of drug use; gore; an eldritch horror beyond human comprehension; and The Death Of All ThingsHe was in a proper good mood today, he really was, as he walked down the scorched-earth sidewalk under the yellow sky, shovel slung over his shoulder. The color of dandelions, that sky. His pet rat used to eat them from where they grew under the I-405 overpass.Sniffler was dead now, though, like everything that wasn’t him.The vulture-shaped hole in the fabric of reality brought forth that ghastly be...

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“Time in Decant” by Katy Lindsey

Submitted to Contest #269

CW: cancer, death, grief, alcohol abuseThe crystal decanter casts rainbows of ruby onto the floor, where I lie, too. Red. Such a pretty color.The prism to its left, however, isn’t a healthy thing to keep around, and I should honestly toss it.It’s not that I particularly enjoy Pink Floyd’s music. Their discography holds a bittersweet, flagellatory interest for me now, but Carrie saw me spiral—or listen, I suppose, from her point of view—to Brain Damage, back when I let her see me at all, and decided to gift the little light-bender to me for ...

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“The Confession of the First” by Katy Lindsey

Submitted to Contest #268

"You look like him," the woman with the quiet voice spoke through the mesh of the confessional window. “All men do."Father Giardino was twenty-five. He was new to this life spent in service to the Lord. This was his first time hearing a confession as an ordained priest, and she was his first penitent. The curse of inexperience weighed heavily on him, and, well...he wished the woman would speak up.“Whom did you say I resemble? You're speaking a bit too softly. I didn’t hear you.”She was silent for such a long moment that the priest thought sh...

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Author bio

Serial manuscript abandoner, character forsaker, hopeless romantic, enthusiast of dark and damaged protagonists - I write stories exploring the human condition, when I actually manage to finish them.