Kay Martin

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Apr, 2021

Stories (5)

5 Stories

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“A Crow's Business” by Kay Martin

Submitted to Contest #260

He's dead.He's dead?He's dead.I check for a pulse.His neck is cold and thick like rubber.I check again.His wrist is rigid and heavy.Again.I raise his hand and let it fall, it rolls off his stomach and makes a thud on the stone floor.Yeah, he's dead.He's dead. I wipe my sticky palms on the waist of my satin green dress and stand over the body of Mr. Zabardast. He's mangled at my feet. His tongue is pushing through his shining teeth and his eyes are bulging from his skull. I nudge his arm with the edge of my shoe. He doesn't move. ...

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“Figs, and More Figs, and Golden Pothos” by Kay Martin

Submitted to Contest #143

Yes, I bought the weakest-looking plant I’ve ever seen, wilting with only a few leaves left intact. I’ll try not to bore you with every detail that led to my choice, like the flourishing lily pads surrounded by an algae bloom in a murky pond. Most people wouldn’t care about the way a fly slipped into the pitcher plant or reached out desperate arms through a fly-traps trigger. I wouldn’t normally care. I’m out of it today, I think. Sorry. But the trip went like this: it was two in the afternoon and my sandal caught on the last step of t...

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“The Corpse of Addenbrooke Island” by Kay Martin

Submitted to Contest #142

Tired heads swayed in the walls of Devin and Kione’s home: it was late, and their children were put to bed by Kione’s brother, Hanley, hours ago. Only the three adults were awake now, collecting the fireplace’s acrid smoke in their clothes and fighting their heavy joints in the sitting room. Devin picked at his nails, growing uneasy as Hanley paced and crackled from the electricity his socks created by rubbing against the carpet. If only we could attach him to the generator, Devin considered. Hanley insisted that he was unplagued, merely ene...

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“The Lousy House Guest” by Kay Martin

Submitted to Contest #107

Agony wasn’t allowed to enter The Host’s house tonight, and I was instructed to keep the windows shut to ensure he couldn’t sneak in. In fact, the invitation made it abundantly clear that every possible entrance must be closed and locked as soon as it was opened to avoid letting in any uninvited guests. This request was odd, considering that no party that The Host had thrown before ever required us to lock anyone out, but nevertheless, I scribbled multiple notes on my arm as a...

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“Giovanna's First Decision” by Kay Martin

Submitted to Contest #105

Mr. Carbone The florist’s daughter wore faded baggy clothing and slouched in a way that allowed her to effortlessly disappear if an anxiety-inducing event were to catch her by surprise. Indeed, she evidently worked hard to make herself unknown to any casual passersby, but clumsiness often found a way to ruin her efforts. Such was the case as she slipped through the frost-coated bakery doors and collapsed near Cairo Carbone’s table with a yelp. ...

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Author bio

University student with a million hobbies (I counted)