Kayla Goldie

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Mar, 2020

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“Betrothed ” by Kayla Goldie

The large fire burning precariously in the middle of the wooded cover was the least of Aria’s concerns as she paced the grounds. She was easily more distracted by the staggering number of drunk teens around her as it was clear they’d be here all night, if allowed. The small brunette glanced briefly up toward the star-ridden sky, a worry line forming between her thick brows. Of all the nights to throw a party in the forest, it just had to be the night of the full moon. And, of course, the coven had made it her duty to disperse the crowd befo...

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“The Treehouse” by Kayla Goldie

Submitted to Contest #50

The sweet smell of oak fills my nostrils as I climb into the old treehouse. A slew of memories make their way to the front of my mind as I make myself comfortable on the shag carpet decorating the wooden floor. I lean back onto my elbows, taking in the old decor. Posters of boy-bands, fairy lights and bean bag chairs span the majority of the modest space. I take it all in, wanting to memorize all of it before I go. “Ava?” A sleek, blonde ponytail pops into view as my best friend, Bella, climbs in and sits beside me. Sh...

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“Below The Surface” by Kayla Goldie

Submitted to Contest #37

“Lock up before you leave.”I nod at Jay as he leaves the shop and then pull out the last few boxes of decorations. Mardi Gras starts tomorrow and we have yet to set up our decor for the festivities. I set to work pulling out the various green, gold and purple feathered pieces that will hang around the room, trying to plan in my head where each piece will go as I take it from the box. The bar is big, but we have plenty of decorations to fill the space. I look around. It’s definitely going to be tough trying to outdo ourselves f...

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“What Lies Below” by Kayla Goldie

Submitted to Contest #34

“I’m bored.” Isabelle’s freckled face pops into view, blocking the textbook in my hands. “Personal space.” I remind the tall blonde, craning my neck backward to create some distance between our faces. She giggles softly at my reaction but backs up. “Let’s do something!” The tone in her voice gives the simple suggestion a whole new meaning; something I’m quite used to when it comes to Isabelle.“It’s raining...” I reply, knowing damn well that’s not what she meant. She scoffs, her button nose scrunching in mock annoyance. “...

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Author bio

YA/NA/Fantasy/Fiction writer.