KC Foster

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Oct, 2024

Stories (5)

5 Stories

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“The Game of Life” by KC Foster

Submitted to Contest #274

‘I have cancer. They’ve given me six months,” Rock Cameron admitted to his dearest friends around the poker table, covered in chips, cards and coinage. He scratched his head and stared at his cards. A two and three of clubs, a ten of spades and an ace - all nothing worth betting on. He seemed to recall the ace of spades symbolized death. He frowned and considered folding.He looked up and watched their faces contort into strange expressions of grief, anger, and pity. The same thing he was learning to accept from those around him. At first, he...

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“Love Letters from Belgium” by KC Foster

Submitted to Contest #273

July 27th, 1914Last night, I said goodbye to Thomas at Chelmsford station. He looked so handsome in his green woolen uniform and helmet, bound for the war in Europe. He was excited, looking forward to the action with his friends, looking forward to killing some Germans from the Central Powers. I don’t really care, but I think all this talk of death is foul and I told him so. He laughed and drew me into his embrace. His coat smelled of pipe smoke and cabbages from his family's farm. I traced the lines of his face with my hands, trying to memo...

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“The Choice” by KC Foster

Submitted to Contest #272

Trigger Warning: Drugs, Suicide, substance abuse, mental healthThe world spun around Markus in vibrant colors. A whirlwind blur fascinated his drug-filled eyes, joyful music filled his ears, and the memories were lost in the mix. Everything was a haze and he was finally free from the pain. The moment the memories returned, he took hold of another needle feeling the table beside him, and rammed it into his arm feeling the release and groaned with pleasure, and another. He never wanted to return this time.Everything went dark and the vibr...

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“Assassin's Gambit” by KC Foster

Florian lurked in the shadows, his hand gripping the hilt of his dagger tightly from beneath the sleeve of his long shirt. The street before him was empty, barring the old newspapers blowing about in the wind and the homeless woman in rags feeding the birds beneath the clock tower at the train station. Night had come and the crowds had disappeared to their homes, leaving him in his hiding spot between two government buildings. Worn tracks made by the servants had turned the dirt into mud from the recent rains while they tried to make it to a...

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“God goes on holiday” by KC Foster

Submitted to Contest #271

“I need a coffee,” Aerin groaned, climbing out of the big rig, careful not to slip and harm the babe in the carry pack on her back. Her long brown hair was tied back in a tight ponytail for work and she wore a tank top and comfy pants for driving. Her legs were weak and she needed the small boost the coffee would give her to keep going.“Coffee will ruin your bones,” replied her husband taking her place behind the wheel and beginning the paperwork to start his shift. Piles of logs and permits sat on the steering wheel. Pen in hand he beg...

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Author bio

KC Foster is a sassy Mum of three who lives in Salem, Virginia; writing by night, a humble teaching sub by day, and teaching Sunday School somewhere in between. A native of Christchurch, New Zealand, she has spent most of her life traveling in a semi-truck and meeting people from many different places and backgrounds. The author is a determined student of self-study and research focusing on psychology, theology, history, business, art, and writing. I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me. https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=61566526721628