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Keelan LaForge

Author on Reedsy Prompts since May, 2023

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Open and Closed

Submitted to Contest #307

Sensitive topic warning - references to racism. Professor Evans was the kindest person I ever met. He was always there for me – encouraging me when no one else did. I attended college alone. I know everyone does, but I felt more alone than most because I’d just lost my family. They died in a car crash the week before the semester started. Everything in me wanted to drop out of my course. I didn’t think I could concentrate on it. I was held captive by constant thoughts of disaster and catastrophe. I know there was nothing abnormal about that,...

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Things I Have to Get in the Store Today:

Submitted to Contest #306

Peanut butter Eggs Coffee A sense of humour – I’d need one for the things that have happened to me lately Better luck – they say bad things come in threes, not in fives or sixes, so why me? A tree – it fell on my car while it was parked on a country roadside. I’d stopped to get out and look at the highland cows in the field. I’d left it on the verge. At worst, I thought another car might have clipped my wing mirror, but no – it got completely and utterly wrecked by a falling tree. Perspective – I guess I was incredibly lucky not to be in it ...

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Concrete Jungle

Submitted to Contest #305

It took seconds to realise I was utterly and completely lost. I should have known my way home by then. I’d lived in that apartment for a year. I’d seen it in every season, from every angle, in all weathers. I thought I knew my way back there intuitively, like a blind person knows all the ridges their cane detects on familiar footpaths. I guess you can become wrong about something in a single second. I kept moving. Stopping and examining signs hadn’t served as a compass in any way. I didn’t know one restaurant, one bar, one shuttered shop tha...

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Author in a Million

Submitted to Contest #304

Some days I think this job isn’t for me. It might sound glamorous and enviable, but really, a lot of my day is spent trawling through emails, hoping to find something worth reading. I get more emails in a week than most people probably get in a lifetime, and I can’t just send them to junk and be done with them. I have to give them all a fair shot. If I skip over hundreds, I might miss that one, single, crystallised idea that’s just magic for the mind. Last week, I was at a literary event. It was one of the ones where literary agents are inv...

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Vile Villain

Submitted to Contest #303

He totalled my car and got off without having to do a thing. I didn’t like him the minute I met him. He didn’t flee the scene, but he had a strange presence. You know when you just don’t like someone for some inexplicable reason, the minute you meet them? Maybe it’s like dogs and we unconsciously detect each other’s smells, or they resemble someone you once knew that unforgivably screwed you over. Whatever the reason, I instantly detested him. The crash was sudden, as most crashes probably are, but the seconds slowed down so they felt like t...

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Dude, No

Submitted to Contest #302

Trigger warning - contains sexual references and misogynistic remarks. “Dude, why would you want to date her? You don’t even speak the same language.” “Yes we do … por favor, me llamo Christian.” “That doesn’t count, man. How are you meant to get to know each other?” “There are other ways to get to know each other… if you know what I mean,” he said with a wink. “You’re gross. Obviously that’s why you’re looking for a woman that doesn’t speak your language.” “There’s room for interpretation. That’s not always a bad thing.” “Not for you, d...

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Little Black Lie

Submitted to Contest #296

Lying has never sat well with me. It was never something I made a habit of doing. White lies, grey lies, black lies – they’re all lies of equal dishonesty in my opinion. That was why I was more shocked than anyone when I chose to do it. I had no experience of it, even in childhood. I’d been brought up in a strict, religious household. I feared my father like he was God. But when my little sister came to me, I felt compelled to help her. She walked into my building one day and let herself into my apartment with her spare key. That’s the leve...

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The Truth isn't a Page-Turner

Submitted to Contest #277

A great number of assumptions have been made about my intentions. Since day one, I have been labelled “entitled,” “spoiled” and “intrusive,” but has anyone ever stopped to ask for my version of events? Certainly not. They have depicted me in a multitude of unflattering ways in children’s storybooks. I have become a figure of fun. And did they request my permission to do that? Of course not. I could probably sue someone, if I had the appropriate legal aid. Maybe it isn’t too late for that. Why shouldn’t I get some of the royalties when I’m th...

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My Story with D

Submitted to Contest #252

Sensitive topic warning - references to emotional abuse. This is how it all started: my story with D. I met the most interesting person on a Friday four years ago. They were fascinating enough that I broke my own rules. For one thing, I thought I was a straight cis woman, but when I met this person (let’s for the sake of their privacy, call them “D,”) everything that was previously normal to me went out the window. D was hosting an event I attended. I spent most of that event less engaged in the activity than I’d expected to be. We were maki...

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Mimi Hynes - Mastermind

Submitted to Contest #251

MIMI HYNES. There was something incredibly special about that name, particularly to Radnor Cliff – one of today’s many aspiring authors. He felt forgettable before he encountered her, especially since none of his books had ever taken off. Maybe it was owing to the fact he hadn’t settled on a single idea from day dot. He jumped from genre to genre, never writing anything entirely committal. He desperately needed a break from it all. The letters were wearing off his computer keyboard from prolonged and often frenetic overuse. “Damn it,” he sai...

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Persuasion

Submitted to Contest #248

“Could I persuade you to have another glass of gin?” asked Fred. He had just met Stella and he was a bit pushy for her liking, but in the spirit of the party, she agreed. “If I must. I’ve never loved gin.” “Well, why are you drinking it, then?!” he asked, in jest. “Because I don’t drink wine, I don’t like any other spirits and whenever I asked for a coke, the lady serving the drinks grimaced at me like I’d asked to drink out of the toilet bowl.” “Fair enough – gin it is. With tonic?” “Yes, it makes it slightly more drinkable – only slight...

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Aquanauts in Action

Submitted to Contest #247

Paulo was a marine biologist with a thirst for adventure. He’d accrued a team of ten specialist scientists, all willing to remotely accompany him into the abyss. He’d done marine adventuring for thirty years, and he was ready to go to the place that sunlight had never touched. It looked like a huge act of bravery; to be bolder than the sun. But scientific curiosity is hard to squash, whatever risk it entails. Paulo’s best friend was Henry, a subaquatic archaeologist. He wanted to plumb the deepest depths of the sea too, to see what there wa...

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Swinging with the Blessing of the Sun

Submitted to Contest #246

Sensitive topic warning - mentions unwanted pregnancy.It was a summer’s day in 1962. Nora and Heather were sitting in the playground, like they did every day after school. They’d been going to the same one since they were little. It was the only thing to do in their town, to pass the time. The rubber seats were curved and uncomfortable, but they’d spent hundreds of hours on them; probably days - even months in total. The day was more beautiful than Heather’s thoughts. She somehow felt disrespected by the sun; like it should have been more mi...

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Sister Song of the Solar Eclipse

Submitted to Contest #245

Serena was the female god of the sun. “Goddess” somehow sounds diminutive, so for the purpose of the story, we will call her a god. She had powers that reached beyond any that preceded or followed her. She’d carried the responsibility of giving light since before her birth. Her father had been a lowly peasant, but her mother was a fire goddess, and her light and heat were passed onto her daughter and multiplied a thousand-fold. Serena was born with a halo of light surrounding her. She was hot to the touch. Her parents had to move her onto a ...

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Remove One Thing and Change a Landscape Forever

Submitted to Contest #243

Isla awoke in her closeted existence. She’d always lived, safe and sound, with her family. She was thirty-three, but she felt no inclination to leave, or to travel further afield. She didn’t know what was out there, and that scared her. Some people are made to be adventurers, but she was a homebody. She loved it all: the scent of the coal fire that came from the living room downstairs, the sense of community in her closeknit neighbourhood, the fact that the sick cared for the sick; they didn’t just run and dig their heads into the ground lik...

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