Keba Ghardt

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jun, 2024

Stories (6)

6 Stories

1265 karma pts

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“Rabbiting” by Keba Ghardt

Submitted to Contest #289

Steve gripped the gun as he made his way, step by tentative step, down the stairs. The glass back door had shattered, the heavy blackout curtains flapping thickly on the incoming breeze, but Steve saw no imposing silhouette invading his Cape Cod castle. A much smaller shape threw its shadow on the tile, and Steve took one hand off the gun to slap on the light.The pink eyes of Steve’s tormentor stared at him from the soft white fur, dainty nose twitching as the long ears drank in the whisper of the approaching storm. Choking on his fury, Stev...

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“Pour Lost Things” by Keba Ghardt

Submitted to Contest #287

“I only have about a quart,” Mariole said. “Less after we boil it.”Jack clenched his teeth. “We’ll make it work.”“Really?”“Yeah, kid, knock yourself out.”Mariole’s face lit up behind her mask, and she clapped her little hands together. Jack swept the rubble off of a table while Mariole set up the propane burner, even though the cannister was feeling a little light. The flame kicked on, and Jack poured purified water from his flask into a camping kettle. “In the old days, you were supposed to have a kettle that whistled,” he said. “To let you...

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“Up in Smoke” by Keba Ghardt

Submitted to Contest #286

“You have to let go!”Abner squinted through the smoke, his own voice dying in the roar of the blaze, but a faint cry came back to him.“No!”Lurching forward, Abner dodged a falling beam, covering his nose and mouth with the sleeve of his shirt and childish hope. “Yule!” he called. “We have to go!”“Eat a dick!”“It’s not worth it!”“Eat a bag of dicks!”Shouldering through a scalding door, Abner found him, still clinging to his damn fool construction, dangling from where the attic floor fell through. “Damnit, Yule, you’re gonna get crushed!” Abne...

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“The Staff” by Keba Ghardt

⭐️ Shortlisted for Contest #280

There you are. Hello, sir. Busy day, soldier? Not especially, sir. Awful lot of people here. That’s not unusual, sir. That’s true, that’s true. Lots of people come here, feels like every day, to gather out past that balcony, just to get a look at his excellency the pope, and receive his blessing. That they do, sir. Incredibly powerful spiritual experience that people travel miles for, to actually behold God’s avatar on Earth, and you and I are tasked with the protection of his holiness, to preserve the authority of the Catholic church. I tak...

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“Cherry Bomb” by Keba Ghardt

Submitted to Contest #264

On that day, the sunshine slicing through the open-walled tent, polished cutlery in gleaming formation, glassware throwing fractal prisms on the Colgate tablecloths, the best man advanced into position at the height of the reception set. The wedding planner, with the coordination of a master strategist and all the tact of a hostage negotiator, cued the DJ to drop the ambient music, and deliver to the entrenched head table a live mic. The best man, battle-hardened after a fraternity’s worth of matrimonial campaigns, raised the acceptably pre-...

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“Your Animal Side” by Keba Ghardt

🏆 Winner of Contest #257

Eddie was sweating. He'd been told, before putting on the suit, to drink a ton of water, so much your stomach hurts, and he bet there was an extra ten pounds of perspiration in the cheap costume fur. It certainly smelled like it, but rule one of wearing the suit: never take off the head. "That's an automatic write up," said Rob. "If you do it, and Faye finds out you subbed in without approval, you are off weekend hours, my friend. Good luck sucking up Tuesday tips." "I get it, I get it," Eddie had insisted. "I'll stay away from French revolu...

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Winning 1 story 🏆

Contest #257

Your Animal Side – read story

Shortlisted 1 story ⭐️

Contest #280

The Staff – read story