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KC Foster

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Oct, 2024

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The Proposal

Submitted to Contest #275

“Dear Agatha, I have finally finished thinking. I am sorry it took so long. Alfred.”The letter had arrived by the courier that afternoon. A small white envelope with a folded letter inside. Agatha brought it to her nose. The scent of fresh paper and cedar wood filled her nose. Along with the letter came tiny wood shavings from the carpenter shop where Alfred passed his time in retirement.They had once been engaged, but Alfred had been free-spirited and at times juvenile, even as a grown man. He had run off to war and chased many women. ...

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The Game of Life

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

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

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

Florian lurked in the shadows. Beneath the sleeve of his long black shirt, his hand gripped the hilt of his dagger. He kept his breath steady. The street before him was empty, barring the homeless woman in rags feeding the birds beneath the clock tower. He could barely make out her form in the thick fog drifting through the street. The wind blew, sending trash rolling about. Night had come, and the crowds had disappeared to their homes, leaving him where he was concealed between two government buildings. He crouched in anticipation of his ta...

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God goes on holiday

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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