Kayden Solace

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Nov, 2023

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“Unfinished” by Kayden Solace

TW: MONDAYAloe waited expectantly for totality. He had spent the past hour using a filter on his phone to record and watch the moon slowly overtake the sun. Right now, it was a tiny sliver of silver that was quickly receding. Camped out in his backyard, Aloe could hear his neighbors chattering excitedly as it got progressively darker. Suddenly Aloe’s screen went dark and his head snapped up toward the sky. Safe to look at with the naked eye, the sun was a radiating ring of orange light around a core of pure night. The birds chirped politely ...

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“Imperfect Murder” by Kayden Solace

TW: Mild gore Write about a backstabbing (literal or metaphorical) gone wrong.From within his sleeves, Val retrieved his weapon, a metal cylinder that, at a press of a button, ejected a knife so sharp it would slice wood cleanly. He took his place at the Voice’s side, dressed in a three-piece suit meant to be exhibited for only formal occasions. “What do you suppose the king will announce next?” the Voice spoke under their breath, quiet enough that only Val could hear.Val looked at the Voice. “You–”“You’re staring. I understand tha...

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“The Queen and the Assassin” by Kayden Solace

Asi waltzed into the courtyard looking as smug as the cat that ate the canary, or five. As she strolled to where Queen Lila was enjoying the last of the afternoon sun, a dark bottle swung by its neck from her hand. The guards continued to train, their visits having lost the shine a good while ago. Asi stood at Lila’s feet, letting her shadow block the sun until Lila opened her eyes in annoyance (which didn’t last long).  “I,” she announced, “have a wonderful surprise for you.” Lila’s eyes fell to the bottle. “Beer?” “Not only beer, but ...

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“Sundew” by Kayden Solace

TW: Mild goreSarah gasped. What was this place? The bookshelves were carved out of wood, swirling patterns and shapes caught her eyes before she continued with her inspection. At the far end of the room sat a cozy crimson couch and on the desk next to it, an old-looking lamp with a glass shade. Dust motes floated through the air and covered every surface. None of the books she had seen thus far had covers, but when she pulled them out, each had a simple illustration on the front likely hinting at the story within. After looking at ...

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Author bio

I'm a new writer looking for feedback or advice on my stories. I enjoy lightly dark topics (like death and causeless destruction) and drink too much tea. I am kept very busy with sleeping, eating, breathing, and taking care of too many cats.