Katy S.

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Apr, 2020

Stories (11)

11 Stories

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“Periculum Moon” by Katy S.

Submitted to Contest #52

The moon rose.The same Earth moon that had risen when the name had been announced. And a knock had sounded on her door. She paced the empty room, her mouth dry, and her hands damp. She had been given a final meal of choice. A suitcase had been packed with whatever she pleased. She packed it, but she didn't please. She had dressed on earth for the last time. Famous designers had been at her disposal, she could have chosen to wear a silver dress, with embroidered asphodels made of diamonds.She finally decided to wear a favorite...

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“Two Winters” by Katy S.

Submitted to Contest #50

The icy winter wind was flying throughout the forest, telling all the inhabitants to fall asleep. The old oak was telling the young oak of this." Fall asleep. Do not be afraid. The spring wind shall wake you up when the sun shines. "" Will I not be cold in winter's reign? "" The snow will blanket you. Do not fear. "" Tell me a story. "The old oak was quiet for a moment. " Many seasons ago. I wasn't taller than a sapling. The sky above my leaves wasn't blue, nor black. Trees around me were falling asleep in the cold, still...

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“A Choice ” by Katy S.

Submitted to Contest #48

A sunny day, some eons ago.A young boy was sitting on some small rocks outside a rundown little cottage. He was grinding some indistinguishable, smushed plants, in a small mortar, with a crude looking pestle. Perhaps he was up to some mischief, and his quiet demeanor was due to guilt, or he was kept busy with some task, and it was due to patience.Either way, he was so attentive to his task, that he didn't notice an old, ragged, stooped woman who limped down the mossy cobble stoned path till she reached him, and bent down.He looked ...

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“Phantasia res eodem” by Katy S.

Submitted to Contest #47

You sit with your carpetbag on your lap, looking at the colorful blooms sway in the midst of the green leaves. You think about how poetic all this is. Sitting, waiting for a train. That's ever so sentimental. How many stories start or end with a child getting off, or on a train? Usually an orphan, but the matter remains, that trains are awfully story-like. Your mother, and father are both very much alive, ( a very good thing, that you are grateful about, just to clear that up ) but you suppose it could be said that you are ' sta...

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“Inuiria” by Katy S.

Submitted to Contest #47

You check the time. Perfect.Once you walk in the door to your right, you will be exactly one minute late. Everyone else will already be there, because as your lawyer advised," It isn't good to be late to court. "Funny little man he is. He usually knew how to play the game well, but on this point he was mistaken. After all, the prime player needs to make an entrance. And so, you adjust your tie, smoothen down your hair, and walk in.The lights are bright, and the stage is set. Everyone sees you walk in. " So sorry I'm late, the downt...

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“Listen to your Mother !” by Katy S.

Submitted to Contest #45

I turned off the news. It was always the same. Global warming causing hurricanes or fires somewhere or the other. Revolts and riots everywhere. Political strife, things heating up. A celebrity has had serious allegations come up against them.People killed because of some trait that doesn't harm anyone. It wasn't like I needed anything more to add to my depressed funk. My mother walks in and sees me despondently lying on the couch. " What is the matter? " I sigh. My aging mother is a little out of touch with the world, not...

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“The Field in The Attic” by Katy S.

Submitted to Contest #44

The door is musty fusty rusty .It is made of wood, good, snood.Rhyming calms, balms, psalms me.yes it soothes me, moods me, smooths me. I can stop if I wish, fish, swish, dish. No matter what they say, lay, bay, fey. I wonder where the door leads, feeds, needs. I will not open it today, ray, may. I will now go , and sleep, deep, keep. They visited me, be, see. They brought food, good, mood.They forgot I dislike tomatoes, chose, close.They put tomato juice, tomato fruit, tomato sauce, tomato sandwich, which,...

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“Kelly & Richard Praegrandis Vorst the 3rd ” by Katy S.

Submitted to Contest #41

When Kelly saw something was moving about in the closed tulip bud, she immediately thought it was a fairy.She told the inhabitant this,"I thought you were a fairy"Richard Praegrandis Vorst the 3rd bugged his eyes out and and replied," Insolent Human- do not fib! Thou did not think I was a fae-kind!? "" You speak weird. Yes I did think you were a fairy. Why were you sleeping in the tulip bud? Did you just hatch? I thought dragons came from eggs?""Impudent Human ! Richard Praegrandis Vorst the 3rd guesses no better could be expected from thou....

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“The Girl & The Spider” by Katy S.

Submitted to Contest #41

The small girl hugged the pail of water to her chest, slightly panting. Her humble ribbon was loosening over her unruly hair, and the pail handle was slipping under her sweaty fingers. She set it down for a moment, wiped her hands on her dress and then tried to tuck her hair under her ribbon.She waited till the cool breeze cooled her skin, and was about to continue on, when the same breeze brought laughter to her ears. The rough jeers came from below the slight incline she was on. She took a few steps to the side and saw a group of...

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“Under the Tree, by the Brook.” by Katy S.

Submitted to Contest #40

A girl, too young to be called an adult, too old to be called a child, sat down under the tree by the brook. Distant echoes of laughter floated down to her from the picnic. She was not down here by some cruel, petty, exclusion. The other girls were kind, and one might come by, and gesture to her, to come and talk with them. She hoped one would not. It wasn't that she, by any means, disliked them. It wasn't that she didn't find pleasure in talking, necessarily. It was that she didn't like the hassle of waiting fo...

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“ Return of The Exiled” by Katy S.

Submitted to Contest #37

A long, long, long time ago when the world was still young, and people trusted their hearts more than their minds, when proof from your eyes was not needed to make something the truth, there was a kingdom, a King, a Royal Advisor who was not listened to as often as he wished, and an enemy the King made for himself. Our tale begins with a rumor, and an argument. " Your Majesty there is a rumor that she will come." "She will not come." " But your Majesty, she would not have allowed the rumor to reach us without a purpose. " " She wo...

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Author bio

I love reading- ( and rereading, and rerereading, and rererereading, you get the idea ) not the way you love pizza, but the way you love a sister, a best friend, a confidant, a soul mate. I am a master of the art of procrastination. ( Unfortunately ) I love most books, possessively, and jealously, and am offended on a personal level when someone creates a bad adaptation of a book. I think it is impossible not to be able to write at least one masterpiece in your lifetime if you love reading enough, so here I am, still waiting though.....